<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:00:54.634-07:00</updated><category term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Huber's Adoption Adventure</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-5103421844524798502</id><published>2009-09-28T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:56:55.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now . . . Nourish Network</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while since I posted here, but I thought I'd pop in and update. I've launched a new website called Nourish Network (www.nourishnetwork.com). If you have a hankering for enjoying food that's healthy for both your body and the earth, stop on by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-5103421844524798502?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/5103421844524798502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=5103421844524798502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/5103421844524798502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/5103421844524798502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-now-nourish-network.html' title='And Now . . . Nourish Network'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-8212035288920725891</id><published>2007-11-09T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T14:38:52.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On to Swirling Notions . . .</title><content type='html'>It's been . . . well, forever . . . since I posted anything up here, and for that I apologize. But I wanted to make sure you all knew about my &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; blog, Swirling Notions. It's where I've been pondering as of late about all the things I love . . . most certainly my darling daughter (who just turned ONE!) and family life, but also food and wine and everything in between. I'll look forward to seeing you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swirlingnotions.com/"&gt;www.swirlingnotions.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-8212035288920725891?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/8212035288920725891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=8212035288920725891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/8212035288920725891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/8212035288920725891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-to-swirling-notions.html' title='On to Swirling Notions . . .'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-1594345111736408526</id><published>2007-06-26T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:44:50.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Notes On Being Mama de Noe</title><content type='html'>These thoughts have come to me in the past few days and I wanted to capture them, and I thought, what better place to do that than here, with you all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* For the first few minutes after I put Noe down (like right now), I swear I can still feel the rhythm of her breath in addition to mine, and my arms tingle from the feel of her fingers on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There is nothing like seeing my daughter do a full body wiggle in delight when we put her in her high chair for a meal . . . that's our girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Today, for the first time, Noe laid her head against my chest while she was still awake in the sling, instead of having her arm separating us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tonight, for the first time, Noe let me comfort her to sleep instead of her bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I love her more every minute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-1594345111736408526?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/1594345111736408526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=1594345111736408526' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/1594345111736408526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/1594345111736408526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2007/06/few-notes-on-being-mama-de-noe.html' title='A Few Notes On Being Mama de Noe'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-501687593482403936</id><published>2007-06-22T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:10:16.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home in Healdsburg!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RnxIXhRaczI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KQsoRLR8b-Y/s1600-h/P6210633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079014048672674610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RnxIXhRaczI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KQsoRLR8b-Y/s200/P6210633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, that embassy guy was right. Noe is a lucky girl to be coming home to this place. It’s a stellar, sunny day and we’ve already enjoyed a morning bottle in the garden (still working on the coffee juggle . . . don’t worry, I’m being careful), a play in the living room, a bath by Daddy, and a lovely visit with our friends Kenny, Nadia and their daughter, Jasmine (10 days younger than Noe), who are leaving tonight to return home to Singapore. Our outdoor table has been christened with ‘sandia’—watermelon—by Noe, which she smeared all over the top. We’re home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noe was a total trooper traveler yesterday, all day, from Guatemala to Dallas to San Francisco to Healdsburg. A couple of ear-piercing screams and rants, but mostly just giggles (like a rat-a-tat-tat of ha-ha’s) and smiles that melted everyone’s hearts.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RnxHdhRacxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qt8ZyR8Dzko/s1600-h/P6200587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079013052240261906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RnxHdhRacxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qt8ZyR8Dzko/s200/P6200587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few highlights from the trip home and Day One in Healdsburg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The night before we left, our friend Ben and his wife Cecilia took us out to dinner in the hotel and they reminded us that Noe’s a kid, not a thin sheet of glass. Cecilia had Noe shoe-free and flirting with all the waiters, Ben (we nicknamed him Tio Arroz . . . a few step derivation from ‘Uncle Ben’) gave Noe her first taste of wine, dipping a breadstick in a glass of Malbec (she loved it). Noe ate all of my carrots (sauteed in garlic and butter) off my plate, we stayed out until 11:00 and Noe slept soundly all through the night, and Christopher and I were much more relaxed going into the trip home as a result of the experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Noe fell asleep on my lap on the Guatemala-Dallas leg and I couldn’t stop staring at her for three hours straight.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RnxHpxRacyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qQ_d6zP3gIM/s1600-h/P6200600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079013262693659426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RnxHpxRacyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qQ_d6zP3gIM/s200/P6200600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Christopher and I had a couple of interchanges that had us laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe. A week ago, our conversations sounded like, “So I collapsed the first half of my novel and I think the narrative tension is much stronger now,” and “This Chardonnay would be really good with crab and mango.” So when, on the plane, Christopher said to me, “Baby, can you hand me that other part. You know, the bug?” and I asked in a full on tizzy, “Tell me you got the Chilly Dilly out of the ice bucket!” the difference between then and now was just so stark it slayed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Noe slept in her bed and us ours until about 4:30 this morning, when I brought her into bed with us. Waking up at 9:00 with our daughter cooing between us was one of the most amazing moments I’ve ever experienced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When we took Noe outside for her first walk in the garden this morning, she looked like she’d &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RnxIqRRac0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/SMd2JIVXZ4Q/s1600-h/P6210622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079014370795221826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RnxIqRRac0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/SMd2JIVXZ4Q/s200/P6210622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;discovered a treasure. The wind rustled the trees and she looked up wide-eyed as if it were just for her. When a bird whistled, she smiled and cooed. When I told her all about the tomatoes and cucumber and squash and carrots, she bent over my arm and curiously stared at each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, so very much better than good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you all for your well-wishes and notes and encouragement through this whole journey. I can't believe we're at the end already. Now on to real life with Noe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-501687593482403936?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/501687593482403936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=501687593482403936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/501687593482403936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/501687593482403936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2007/06/home-in-healdsburg.html' title='Home in Healdsburg!'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RnxIXhRaczI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KQsoRLR8b-Y/s72-c/P6210633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-1948843942656343388</id><published>2007-06-19T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:37:58.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotcha From Guatemala!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RnhtNBRacwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/mVtMc84yZuA/s1600-h/P6190574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077928650307433218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RnhtNBRacwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/mVtMc84yZuA/s320/P6190574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I smell like baby powder and diapers and mango and teething biscuits and drool, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. It is wild being here in Guatemala with Noe, knowing that this time we’ll be coming home with her. It keeps hitting us little by little; we’ll think, “man, I’m so bummed we’re going to just miss her first tooth,” and then realize that from here on, we won’t miss anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s also a bit surreal being at the Guatemala Marriott. Our old friend, Ben Villegas, is the General Manager here, so it’s fantastic to be able to see him. But this hotel is knownH as “baby central,” and one lap around the lobby will tell you why. Dozens of families each day meet their baby’s foster families and get the hand-off of their kids (as we did yesterday . . . a tearful affair for everyone but Noe), or rendez-vous with facilitators to be shuttled to the embassy for their final meeting (as we did today) or to pick up their baby’s visas (as we will tomorrow). &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/Rnhs3BRacvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2ZaF-Z2ZYWM/s1600-h/P6180559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077928272350311154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/Rnhs3BRacvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2ZaF-Z2ZYWM/s320/P6180559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one of those families has been through an unbelievable amount of paper work, gruelling months of waiting and jumping into the wild unknown, and I respect each and every one for doing so. Yet some are more sensitve to what all parties are feeling than others (someone turned to us in the elevator last night with excited eyes and said, “I’m getting one tomorrow,” as if she were expecting delivery of a cocker spaniel or a dozen tomato seedlings. We didn’t quite know how to respond.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few highlights from the past couple of days:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Noe’s teething and we’ve got an arsenal of toys with all kinds of chewy surfaces, yet what does she just love gumming most? The tags. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Noe has taken to the sling again. This time, though, we’re better prepared. Christopher and I actually watched the video accompanying the Maya Wrap before we packed up this time (it was hysterical, both of us standing at attention in front of our television the night before leaving, dutifully tightening and loosening our slings in practice). Now she just slips right in and either perches on my hip and watches the world go by or cocoons up against my stomach and pretends the world’s not there at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* We decided to brave the fine dining restaurant last night (Noe was cocooned) for a quick dinner and, of course, by the time the salads came, Noe was up and about. We panicked at first, but she laughed all through dinner and ate (well, gummed) all of the tomatoes from my salad and would have gone for more had there been any. Garden . . . here we come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* What seemed like an hour after dinner—and in real sleep time probably was—we got up for our early morning appointment at the embassy. By the time we got up to the window, almost two hours after arriving, Noe was totally cocooned against me (I love that!), having no idea that the man before her held his fate in her hands. The guy (nice guy) ended up being from Oakland and we spent the bulk of the interview talking about wine country. He opened with the comment that Noe’s a lucky girl to be going home with us to Healdsburg, and I, in my enthusiasm, vowed to bring her up on good wine. Christopher chimed in quickly with, “and good food too!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* After receiving the final stamp of approval (what a feeling it was when we heard the clunk of that stamp!) the three of us went to breakfast and Noe downed several spoonfuls of refried beans, wore a few hunks of watermelon and gnawed on a plantain (hence, the bath bit below). The girl eats, I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* This afternoon, Christopher and I gave Noe a bath after breakfast and a nap and got her sparkling clean (quite frankly, after that breakfast, she stunk). Then we decided to give her some mango in a little mesh pouch (thank you Kris Haugen!) to gnaw on by the pool. She ate it up, and then smeared it all over herself in between bites. Next, we thought it would be wise to give her a teething biscuit which, at one point, we caught her smearing in between her toes. When I thought about what we must have looked like as we walked back to the room, it occurred to me that we could have just drizzled maple syrup all over her and rolled her around in Ritz crackers and gotten the same effect. I think we’ll be having another bath today :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I’m thrilled to report that there have been many more smiles and giggles than cries, and what cries there are are quickly quieted by Mama’s arms (or Papa’s!). We’ve got our little girl, and now we’re coming home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-1948843942656343388?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/1948843942656343388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=1948843942656343388' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/1948843942656343388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/1948843942656343388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2007/06/gotcha-from-guatemala.html' title='Gotcha From Guatemala!'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RnhtNBRacwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/mVtMc84yZuA/s72-c/P6190574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-1130558671398280675</id><published>2007-06-05T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T18:02:37.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT a Father's Day We Have Planned!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RmYHYBRactI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xfutGTNuLfo/s1600-h/noe-may-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072750139519169234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" height="281" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RmYHYBRactI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xfutGTNuLfo/s320/noe-may-06.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we suspected it might be today and, guess what? KJ called today! Our appointment at the Embassy is June 19th! So that means . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* June 17th - Fly down to Guatemala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* June 18th - Virginia brings Noe to us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* June 19th - Appointment at Embassy at 7:15 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* June 20th - We get Noe's passport and visa in the afternoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* June 21st - We fly back home and land at SFO at 5:20 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!!! It's REALLY here! Christopher and I are just so excited we don't know what to do with ourselves. Our baby girl will be here, home with us, two weeks from Thursday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a little gem from Noe's last doctor's visit in May . . . and there will be SO many more in the very near future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-1130558671398280675?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/1130558671398280675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=1130558671398280675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/1130558671398280675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/1130558671398280675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-fathers-day-we-have-planned.html' title='WHAT a Father&apos;s Day We Have Planned!!!'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RmYHYBRactI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xfutGTNuLfo/s72-c/noe-may-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-3836675715728782</id><published>2007-06-05T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T13:47:18.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will it be Today?</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I feel like I've been such a bad blogger! Truth be told, I've been totally wrapped up in my blog &lt;a href="http://www.swirlingnotions.com"&gt;www.swirlingnotions.com&lt;/a&gt; for Clos du Bois and am just blogged out by the end of the day. But we're continuing to get closer to bringing Noe home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to visit KJ and Heartsent last Tuesday for our 'travel meeting', where we essentially got everything together and notarized that we'll need for our meeting at the Embassy in Guatemala (Side note, Christopher and I realized when we got to Orinda--1 1/2 hours away from home . . . on empty . . . with a giant IKEA shopping list--that we'd both forgotten our wallets. Thankfully, KJ and the crew lent us gas money and I was able to talk Wells Fargo out of IKEA money with our passports. The adventure has already begun!). Now we've got a nifty pink folder that we'll essentially carry with us at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily, Noe's birth certificate arrived that same day :-) and we were submitted for the "pink slip" on Wednesday. According to current timelines, that means we could be getting a call anywhere from today through Friday with the date of our Embassy appointment. Yee haw! Then it's Noe, here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-3836675715728782?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/3836675715728782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=3836675715728782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/3836675715728782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/3836675715728782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2007/06/will-it-be-today.html' title='Will it be Today?'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-9200193680514517097</id><published>2007-05-20T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T18:34:11.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Whew! Big week Batman. Christopher and I have been absorbing the news that we're cleared to go get Noe in just a few weeks at the same time as we've been settling into the novel schedule of Christopher's new job at Cakebread. In a way, I think this first transition will make the slide into Life With Noea bit smoother. But I could be way wrong on that one ;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After speaking with KJ again this week, we've got a bit more info, so I thought I'd update here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Noe is OFFICIALLY our daughter! The birth-mother's last sign-off has already happened, so Noe is legally our child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Our lawyer submitted for a new birth certificate last week, which should take roughly two weeks to receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) After we get the new birth certificate, the next step is to apply for a "pink slip," with the Embassy, which is the super-official "you're done" piece of paperwork. It will have the date of our appointment at the embassy on it. KJ says it's taking about four days from the time of getting the birth certificate to the time of receiving the pink slip. And then appointments can be 5-7 days after receiving the pink slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) All of that means that our appointment will most likely fall somewhere during the week of June 11th, with a slight possibility of it falling during the week on either side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Yes, we'll get the call with the date and will be traveling just a few days later. (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine, we are so, so excited to be here, so, so close to bringing Noe home! We're working through the last of our to-do lists (baby-proof, install child gate, etc.) and are just ready, ready, ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep you posted when we hear anything more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-9200193680514517097?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/9200193680514517097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=9200193680514517097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/9200193680514517097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/9200193680514517097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2007/05/sunday-thoughts.html' title='Sunday Thoughts'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-8501918403030638021</id><published>2007-05-15T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T17:55:57.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Out of PGN!</title><content type='html'>Hallelujah! The long awaited "call from Kelly Jo" came today -- and it was GREAT news! We're out of PGN and are on the last leg to bringing Noe home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got KJ's message at 5:03 today and could hear in her voice that she had good news, but I was worried I'd missed her at the office and would have to wait all night to hear anything "official." Bless her heart though, she waited by the phone and twiddled her thumbs until I called back, and I'm still waiting for Chris to walk through the door (he finished up his second day at Cakebread today) to tell him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I am interpreting the notes that I scribbled correctly, it looks like we should be going to Guatemala to pick Noe up in anywhere between 3-6 weeks. Oh my gosh! To have the worry of "what if we get kicked out of PGN?" gone is just amazing . . . oh -- Christopher's home, got to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOO HOOOOO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-8501918403030638021?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/8501918403030638021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=8501918403030638021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/8501918403030638021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/8501918403030638021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2007/05/were-out-of-pgn.html' title='We&apos;re Out of PGN!'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-264088238356863603</id><published>2007-04-18T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:25:45.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right...the accident</title><content type='html'>Christopher here again; can you believe this? Two recent posts from me. I've got a lot to catch up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia mentioned in an earlier entry that I’d tell you about the auto accident we experienced while in Guatemala City on our recent visit. Thankfully everyone was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we’re in the taxi, on our way back to the airport and all of the sudden BRAKE LIGHTS! It’s one of those moments when you brace for the hit, either in front or in the backend. In slow motion, I checked the rear view mirror; Lia turned around to look… SMACK! Ouch, that hurt.&lt;br /&gt;We all got out of the cab. Several other cars piled up behind us, all crinkled from impact. Thankfully, everyone was traveling around 25-30 mph, and, it was a good crunch. Knowing our mission, we quickly grabbed our bags and I hailed another cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll forward after cab #2, another 10 minutes. Whew; we made it to the airport. After going through security, we’re standing at the ticket counter and I began to count our bags: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, pause… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. “Honey, we’re missing a bag, we’re supposed to have 8,” I said. “It’s the one with the video camera, Ipod and money.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re not having a particularly good morning as we’d just left Noe; now, an accident and missing this bag. The melt-down was imminent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the woman standing in line behind me finishes her cell phone call, I asked her to use her phone. I explain our situation, in my choppy Spanish, and she of course obliges. I then called the Quinta Real hotel and explained (thankfully in English) what happened. The receptionist asked me to hold for a moment and came back not 2 minutes later and says that she’s dispatched another taxi from the hotel to drive to the accident sight and retrieve my bag, should it be there. She further instructs me to go back outside of security and wait at the arrivals curb saying that if her associate does indeed find the bag, he’ll be there within 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not 10 minutes later, I see this gentleman I recognize from the hotel walking swiftly towards me. I look from his face to his hand, and, he’s holding our bag. With a huge smile he gives me my bag. I thank him profusely, and after giving him a very nice tip, I quickly make my way back into the airport. The security agent flashes me a big smile when I show her my bag, “I got it!”&lt;br /&gt;As I returned to Lia, I saw two women standing very near Lia and all of them in an animated conversation. As Lia will tell you, the cell phone owner was a faith healer and she started praying over her the moment I walked back out to retrieve our bag. Just incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we finished getting checked in at the UAL counter, an airport employee came over to us and asked what just happened, seeing the commotion. We of course told him the whole story. He was overjoyed. Obviously, another amazing experience; these are the Guatemalan people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-264088238356863603?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/264088238356863603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=264088238356863603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/264088238356863603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/264088238356863603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2007/04/rightthe-accident.html' title='Right...the accident'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-6872338552236304534</id><published>2007-04-16T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:37:58.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Guatemala?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Christopher here…has Lia done an incredible job with this blog or what!?! With this only being my second entry, I’m very thankful for all of her work, and insight, she’s so faithfully been posting. And, I’m really excited to be sharing this piece with you. We’re often asked, “why Guatemala?” So, here’s why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Lia and I wait (and wait and wait) for Noemi, among the many things I notice is that I’m constantly blown away by how Guatemala has come into our lives with such wonder, intensity and purpose. This country, more specifically this little girl, clearly chose us. I’ve been replaying the many moving experiences we’ve had over and over again in my mind, from the past seven years of visiting this dangerously beautiful country. It is a gorgeous land of amazing people and stunningly, dramatic simplicity. We have been blessed to experience many dazzling destinations folded into this planet, yet Guatemala holds an incredibly special place for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were truly privileged to have our lives changed during our 7-month “Salva Vida” (Life Saver) journey in 2000, when we drove from San Francisco to Costa Rica, and then back home. It was on this trip that Guatemala, and really its people, stole the show and our hearts. Its beauty is way more than skin deep; it was the way the people spoke to us, with how they show up in life: joyfully, graciously, simply and filled with a huge spirit of thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never forget the day we arrived in Guatemala; we ended up crossing the Mexican-Guatemalan border without really meaning to (a whole other story). We wound up in the town of Malacatan and soon walked its tiny main street looking for a dinner spot. After a great meal filled with warm hospitality, we strolled back to our hotel. Suddenly, live exuberant music filled the air. We came upon an outdoor assembly of folks with their hands in the air, swaying, singing and women clad in black sobbing, even wailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia and I, not having been to church in several weeks, were curious and comforted. As we approached the sunset event and tucked ourselves into the back of the congregation, we were instantly aware that we indeed were the only gringos. Person after person looked to us and offered their inquisitive smiles. The pastor welcomed us. Men immediately stood up to shake our hands and receive us as one retrieved chairs for us. Children giggled and engaged us, asking us English translations for Spanish words. Widows, presumably from the intensely sad “disappearances” stood and offered their pleas and their praise. Wow, this was intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat in awe. Most importantly we were engulfed by God’s grace and love, so far beyond what we could have ever orchestrated for the night. What a welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, there’s more, lots more; I’ll share the one that sealed the deal. On our return from Costa Rica, four months later, we stopped in the magical colonial city of Antigua, intending to visit for a few days. We so fell in love that we ended up staying in Antigua for 3 weeks and nearly began a search for an apartment; and we had begun devising a business idea to sustain us—again, another story. Ultimately, we did not to stay because Lia had a client meeting in Cabo San Lucas, in about a month, and we needed to be there. That’s the first time I met our dear friends, Nadia and Kenny who now live in Singapore with their new daughter, Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the thing, on our first night in Antigua, our Explorer got broken into. In the early morning hours, a front desk clerk wrapped his knuckles on our door saying something about Rex’s window being broken. It was the only night of the entire trip that I didn’t park our family member in a secured car park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a two-day window replacement excursion to Guatemala City, we returned to the ancient Central American capital of the New World. It was here in Antigua we learned something really important about ourselves. Of course, we could have been bitter about the rip-off (and believe me, we had moments of sheer frustration and anguish), and it was challenging not to be. Or, we could choose our response, which my wife astutely pointed out, is what really defines people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we added up the value of what we lost in one bag—a “catch all” duffle bag—and realized it was more than the annual average income of a Guatemalan. We found this fact absolutely heart-breaking. And, after filing our police report, Lia and I landed on wanting to do something for someone(s) in Antigua, matching the value of what we “lost.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next day, we took a city tour and asked our guide about giving to this community. Elizabeth Bell, an American living for years in Antigua—and very active in the community—referred us to the Godchild Project, or Familias de Esparanza (families of hope) as it’s known in Antigua. We went over to check out the facility and were moved by what we saw. Families, children and staff building, teaching and learning together in this growing compound with the sole purpose to serve those seeking freedom from circumstance…their poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were mesmerized by the sight of the families showing up with such hope and wide smiles, in search of improving their prospects for housing, education, health care, etc. The staff was fantastic and we immediately signed up. That day in April of 2000 we met Rene Antonio Selen Valasquez and his mother, Maria Elena and his grandmamma, Rosa. And, our life was changed. Its people gave us a new perspective; a perspective that we needed to know and embrace 7-plus years later, on November 17 when Noemi chose us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our trip down to meet Noemi in February, we returned to Antigua to visit Rene and family. This was our third time to be with them; we visited in 2002 as well. He’s 14 now and keeps the family blessed by Common Hope with his commitment to education, the primary accountability factor of the program. We are the ones blessed. Yes, this photo is from our recent visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RiQbDV6IaqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nA5GT9psnYw/s1600-h/P2220031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054194426051062434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RiQbDV6IaqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nA5GT9psnYw/s320/P2220031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, last year we picked up another family member, Mayra. Our dear friend Marilee Wingert introduced us to this industrious soul. Marilee and her husband, Steve, are amazing people; they've started a foundation to serve women in Guatemala. Mayra, yeah, that's her on the right in this photo, goes to college now and we can’t wait to meet her as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RiQbD16IarI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IsdIElQdRx4/s1600-h/Mayra+and+Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054194434640997042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RiQbD16IarI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IsdIElQdRx4/s320/Mayra+and+Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would have thought we’d have a Guatemalan family like this? Please, let me be clear, the purpose of telling you about this miraculous Guatemalan connection; it is not to extol our virtuous character! Oh no, it is to praise the God of wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. If you’re curious about Common Hope, please visit &lt;a href="http://www.commonhope.org/"&gt;http://www.commonhope.org/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're curious about sponsoring a young woman to advance her education, please let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-6872338552236304534?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/6872338552236304534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=6872338552236304534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/6872338552236304534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/6872338552236304534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-guatemala.html' title='Why Guatemala?'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RiQbDV6IaqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nA5GT9psnYw/s72-c/P2220031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-8529556205868427049</id><published>2007-03-22T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:38:00.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Showered with Blessings!</title><content type='html'>First, let me start by saying, I never in a million years thought I'd be having a baby shower (nor did I ever desire one, up until a couple months ago). Then let me follow that up by saying, HOLY COW THAT WAS FUN! I could not imagine a more perfect shower for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RgNdR18av2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/lAGFFwlepxk/s1600-h/P3100183.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RgNfn18av7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/_9ACxSXQfos/s1600-h/P3100183.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RgNg7V8awAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TZDaXOURu8Y/s1600-h/P3100183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044982580204191746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RgNg7V8awAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TZDaXOURu8Y/s200/P3100183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom flew in the Thursday before and was joined by my dear, dear friends Julie Curtin and Janis Milham on Saturday (all of us at left) -- which was a gift in and of itself. Sunday, the day of the shower, was a Halcyon day. The sky was that brilliant, almost transparant blue in the springtime sun and just felt like a benediction over the day. I told Chris Hanna (who was the mastermind and gracious hostess to the fete along with Jann Forth, Joann Ferguson and Honore Comfort . . . all of us are there below) the next day that I felt like the house itself was smiling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RgNg7l8awBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mFmkz42-5nM/s1600-h/Shower+hostesses+%26+Lia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044982584499159058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RgNg7l8awBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mFmkz42-5nM/s200/Shower+hostesses+%26+Lia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As women streamed in the door and took up glasses of pink champagne (yum) and conversation and plates of fabulous food (Honore made the most succulent gravlax I've ever tasted . . . and homemade pate de campagne . . . and grilled pork tenderloin . . . and . . . ) I just kept dropping back to take it all in. I was overwhelmed with grattitude for each and every woman there (and for those of you who were not!), and feel so immensely blessed that they are a part of my life and had come to celebrate Noemi de Leon with me. It was humbling. OK, I'm crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RgNdSV8av3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/QaGmuXc8z_k/s1600-h/P3110209.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RgNfol8av9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/upxpLr4y4ck/s1600-h/P3110209.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RgNg8F8awCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yFqS2gFtvpc/s1600-h/P3110209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044982593089093666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RgNg8F8awCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yFqS2gFtvpc/s200/P3110209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyhooooo . . . after the incredible lunch, we watched the world premiere of the "Our Time in Guatemala" DVD by Christopher Huber, which provoked many a box of Kleenex to be tossed across the room. To hear Noe giggle and razz, to see her wriggle and laugh. Uggghhh, it is divine, and yet it just shreds my heart. Not going to cry. Up next was Joann's clever (if disgusting) game (and the only one I might add . . . thank you Joann!) -- identify the baby food. In case you were wondering? Yes, "Bananas Supreme," "Chicken Lasagne" and "Mac and Cheese" all taste the same when coming out of a jar. I, a woman who makes a living writing about food, did not come remotely close to guessing what any of the five were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RgNg8V8awDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0TIoe2k7UGQ/s1600-h/P3110207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044982597384060978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RgNg8V8awDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0TIoe2k7UGQ/s200/P3110207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then, there were the gifts. Lots and lots of really, really, really cool gifts. So many that I can't go into any one here. Suffice it to say that Noe will be an extremely well-dressed, well-shod, well-read, well-bathed child with a bevy of fun things to play with and cool things in her nursery. And her parents have sweet, sweet photos to keep them company during the wait, and a stylin' ride for when Noe arrives. I was absolutely blown away. Thank you to all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RgNg818awEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-YCnmHA5uf0/s1600-h/P3100200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044982605973995586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RgNg818awEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-YCnmHA5uf0/s200/P3100200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, alas, there was a sweet ending too . . . of Jann Forth's famous chocolate cake in cupcake form accompanied by buttermilk cupcakes with buttercream icing. Oh my. Yes, I had one of each. Jann even sent everyone on their way with a box of her homemade truffles. I couldn't . . . well, just one ;-). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to all the women who were there in body, spirit or both . . &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RgNdTV8av6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/2wIvIv5EfQs/s1600-h/P3100200.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. you are all so very dear to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-8529556205868427049?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/8529556205868427049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=8529556205868427049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/8529556205868427049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/8529556205868427049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2007/03/showered-with-blessings.html' title='Showered with Blessings!'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RgNg7V8awAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TZDaXOURu8Y/s72-c/P3100183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-7639308450538088772</id><published>2007-03-22T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:08:03.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Each Day a Day Closer . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been remiss in updating the blog and I was thinking about why tonight. We got the recent edition of Adoptive Families magazine a couple of weeks ago, which Chris and I usually devour in the first day, but we haven't touched it yet. So today I took it to read on the stairmaster and almost broke down crying three times . . . that feeling that something is going to untether inside of you and uncontrollable emotions are going to just come galloping out. I had to set it aside. I guess the truth is, it all feels a bit tender right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news is -- we were officially entered into PGN (the Attorney General in Guatemala) last Wednesday, the 14th. KJ says that if all goes smoothly, we could be through in about seven weeks and ready to pick Noe up in another two to four. And that's what we're holding on to. If there is a glitch and our dossier gets kicked out for any type of technicality, then it appears we'd go back down to the bottom of the list and the wait could extend up to five months to get through PGN. The kicker is -- we won't know one way or the other until one or the other happens. Needless to say, we're hoping and praying that that call will be the news that we're through PGN and Noe's almost home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RgNSUF8av1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/b2jYXnxMOV8/s1600-h/Noe-March+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044966512731537234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RgNSUF8av1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/b2jYXnxMOV8/s320/Noe-March+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other good news is -- good God, we have an adorable little girl! We got a new update this week from KJ and Noe is healthy and as precious as always. On the homefront, Christopher and I continue to get her room all ready for her (well stocked, I must add, after my shower . . . which will be the topic of another entry) and work out details of what life will look like when Noe's here. So we're making good use of the time between right now and when we get to walk through the door with our daughter for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No doubt, this is the toughest stretch of waiting yet. As always, your thoughts and prayers mean the world to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-7639308450538088772?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/7639308450538088772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=7639308450538088772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/7639308450538088772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/7639308450538088772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2007/03/each-day-day-closer.html' title='Each Day a Day Closer . . .'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RgNSUF8av1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/b2jYXnxMOV8/s72-c/Noe-March+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-1569290702747404940</id><published>2007-03-06T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T12:12:06.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Guatemala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/Re3B7ZNEumI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vsUh6KW80EE/s1600-h/_D2X2618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038896784219617890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/Re3B7ZNEumI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vsUh6KW80EE/s320/_D2X2618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hard to believe we left Guatemala a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a difficult re-entry both emotionally and physically. Physically partially because we were rear ended on the way to the airport in Guatemala and were quite sore for the next few days (there's a whole fantastic story of a hidden blessing in there, but I'll let Christopher tell that one). Emotionally more than we bargained for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, I was buoyed for the first few days with the task of finishing my FINAL edits on my novel in order to get it out to my top-pick agent. The agent had requested it because of a glowing referral by Catherine, the editor-become-dear-friend that I've been working with, while we were in Guatemala. And we were both ecstatic by the arrival of our 'pre-approval' notice from the US Embassy in Guatemala -- the last piece of paperwork we've been waiting for to enter PGN. But now that the manuscript is off and Noe still isn't here with us, the house feels even emptier and the wait twice as hard! Great things to be waiting for though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on Noe's nursery this weekend and attending an 'attachment and bonding' course also made us feel closer to her (I'll post pics of her room -- it's really turning out cute). But now that the bookshelf is in and the dresser built, it just feels empty without her. The final 'I'm-really-bummed-she's-not-here' blow came Monday morning with the most precious photo from David (attached), the dad/photographer we met at the Quinta Real (see David -- you ARE a star!). The moment he captured with Noe in the sling holding my finger just leveled me (thanks David ;-)!). All I wanted to do was curl up with it and pretend she was here for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason our spirits were drooping by the end of the weekend had to do with a flurry of activity in Guatemala over the Hague Convention. We met two couples at Heartsent who had just finished their home studies, and were being 'cautioned' about entering the Guatemala program, with the caveat that adoptions could halt unexpectedly and they could lose everything. Our hearts were just so heavy for them -- that is a horrendously difficult decision to make. It also sent us on a spiral into awful 'what-if' scenarios with Noe. Thankfully, a talk with Kelly Jo yesterday afternoon (and some heavy prayer) pulled us out of the tailspin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But boy, this waiting is getting tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KJ tells us we'll be into PGN (the Secretary of State of Guatemala) sometime later this week, and then it's anyone's guess as to when we'll come out the other end. We're SO excited to be entering this step, since it is the last big one until we get to bring Noe home. But we're also afraid of it. We've heard such bleak stories about families' experiences with PGN, it's easy to get caught up in what-ifs. But I guess it isn't that much different than the rest of the process in terms of -- we haven't been in control of any of this, ever. So why should it feel different now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we enter into this 'black hole', knowing our baby girl in all her glory and aching to have her here with every fiber of our being, we are more challenged than ever to 'wait with purpose'. Thank you all, again, for waiting with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-1569290702747404940?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/1569290702747404940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=1569290702747404940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/1569290702747404940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/1569290702747404940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-guatemala.html' title='Back From Guatemala'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/Re3B7ZNEumI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vsUh6KW80EE/s72-c/_D2X2618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-4751201770013908436</id><published>2007-02-26T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:38:01.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noemi . . . Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/ReMg6hInmaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/P-JG0dswO0s/s1600-h/P2250131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035904998029367714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/ReMg6hInmaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/P-JG0dswO0s/s320/P2250131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This post may be a rambling one with lots of typos, so bear with me. Let me update you on the past two weeks -- oh, wait, it's only been 48 hours since our last post! It feels like we've been with our little cacahuate (peanut) forever, and it already feels unthinkable to know we only have hours left together on this visit. Here are just a few snippets from our last two days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* As cute as she is in the photos, she's a gazillion times cuter in person. I literally couldn't go to sleep last night because I was so excited about waking up and seeing her little face and hearing her coos. When she wakes up, she kind of coos and gurgles for a bit until we go to get her out of the crib, and when she sees us coming, she blinks and those huge eyes open even wider (they remind me of cartoon eyes they're so expressive) and a smile just explodes on her face. I'd gladly wake up at 5:30 am every morning to see that! (yes, Lia actually typed that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Can't remember if I wrote about the razz or not on the last post, so I'll write it again. Lia made razzing sounds to Noe the first day and Noe picked up on it immediately and now would spend the entire day trying to master the art if she could (her lips seem to go a bit numb after about 15 minutes and then she gets frustrated). It is so unbearably cute to see this little 10 1/2 pound bundle all squished up in concentration, squeezing my thumbs, finally making the big bubble/drool razz and then looking up into mommy's eyes with this huge excited smile. It just cracks me up. (series of pics down below illustrate this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The second night was tough for all of us. Noe was a bit constipated (she pooped a Lincoln log the next morning), and was just incosolable for a few hours in the middle of the night. Now I know what all of you meant by how hard it is to listen to your baby cry and not being able to do anything about it. By 3:30 am, I was bawling too and poor daddy had two of us to comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Because the second night was such a challenge, we wanted to start off on the right foot for the night yesterday, so we got the room all dark and quiet for her afternoon nap, nice and toasty warm. Then she bawled for nearly an hour and wouldn't give it up. We finally did, and popped her in the sling for a jaunt around our floor. She was asleep in seconds. So we took her down to the bar for a beer (us, not her) and she slept through an hour and a half medley of 80's music videos (Christopher and I were glued to the screen, absolutely no resolve at all to pry our attention away), wrapped up like a little peanut against my tummy in the sling. Go figure. Then, after Christopher and I worked out about 18 contingency plans to get through the night (including sleeping with her in the sling), she went down like clockwork and slept like an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We've learned that Noe is totally content in the sling . . . until she's not any more. She's perfectly happy entertaining herself propped up on the couch . . . until she's not any more. She loves watching people in the restaurant while mommy and daddy eat and talk . . . until she's not any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I can't even write about leaving yet. It's just too painful. Making it worse is hearing more stories about what a wild card this PGN process is (the next and final hurdle to being able to bring her home). We met a lovely couple here picking up their son, Chester, and heard how painful it was for them to go through a 5 1/2 month ordeal with PGN. Ugh. So we'll just keep re-reading that excerpt I posted about waiting and try to remember that these next few months are still purposeful, even though they'll no doubt be more painful too. (my chest hurts as I type those words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with some choice photos of our little girl. Thank you all so, so much for your enthusiasm and love and prayers and support and excitement and advice. I can't tell you all how great it is to feel like you're all here with us. We love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035905006619302322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/ReMg7BInmbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/R5JW5Fe5mvw/s320/P2250105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035905015209236930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/ReMg7hInmcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BwUOdoNoLQA/s320/P2250123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035905023799171538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/ReMg8BInmdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7fbDQZOvBxc/s320/P2250124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-4751201770013908436?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/4751201770013908436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=4751201770013908436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/4751201770013908436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/4751201770013908436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2007/02/noemi-amazing.html' title='Noemi . . . Amazing'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/ReMg6hInmaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/P-JG0dswO0s/s72-c/P2250131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-1349182250975114267</id><published>2007-02-24T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:38:01.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola From Guatemala!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/ReCCsWhyyCI/AAAAAAAAACo/764Ezf9KiUc/s1600-h/P2230068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035168081873389602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/ReCCsWhyyCI/AAAAAAAAACo/764Ezf9KiUc/s320/P2230068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/ReCCsmhyyDI/AAAAAAAAACw/wlBPQAQr5Pw/s1600-h/P2230058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035168086168356914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/ReCCsmhyyDI/AAAAAAAAACw/wlBPQAQr5Pw/s320/P2230058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/ReCCtGhyyEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pOIYZPCE0Bk/s1600-h/P2220034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035168094758291522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/ReCCtGhyyEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pOIYZPCE0Bk/s320/P2220034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where to even begin? We've just spent our first 24 hours with Noe and the three of us are just having a ball. When Virginia and her daughter Suzy dropped Noe off yesterday morning, they made it clear that Noe would let us know what she wanted and when, and most definitely what she didn't want. And they were not kidding. Our little one is very tuned in to her needs -- now it's mommy and daddy who are working on learning what she's telling us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we've learned is that she picks things up very, very quickly. Lia was making a razzing sound with her lips at Noe and, low and behold, 30 seconds later Noe's face was all scrunched up and she had drool hanging from her lip as she tried to imitate. And still, 24 hours later, mastering the art of the razz is still her favorite activity -- so much so that she gets frustrated with herself when her lips start to get a little numb because she's been doing it for an hour and she can't do it as well as she wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noemi is all smiles for daddy. She loves to flirt with Christopher, giving him a big, wide-eyed smile and then turning away with a coy little nod of the head. Just adorable on both of their parts. Daddy's also been an amazing help to mommy. It's been real teamwork in discovering what Noe needs (do you think she's hungry?) and then what to do about it (oh crap, how are we going to sterilize the bottles?). Daddy has been the go-to man with all the troubleshooting (including sussing out a bottle sterilizer in Guatemala City and making bottles at 2 am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big activity we have planned for this afternoon is a walk around the hotel in a sling (she loved it last night, and so did Mommy). Right now, Noe's out cold after a fun video-conference session with Grandma and Grandpa -- what fun for everyone to be able to see each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photos of our adventures the first 24 hours. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-1349182250975114267?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/1349182250975114267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=1349182250975114267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/1349182250975114267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/1349182250975114267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2007/02/hola-from-guatemala.html' title='Hola From Guatemala!'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/ReCCsWhyyCI/AAAAAAAAACo/764Ezf9KiUc/s72-c/P2230068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-3310575362217617317</id><published>2007-02-09T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:38:02.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guatemala . . . Here we Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/Rc0zjWhyx7I/AAAAAAAAABU/ctyd5kiEnvU/s1600-h/P1250110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/Rc0zjWhyx7I/AAAAAAAAABU/ctyd5kiEnvU/s200/P1250110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029733041278470066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/Rc0zjmhyx8I/AAAAAAAAABc/FuZGNowWI3Y/s1600-h/P1250097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/Rc0zjmhyx8I/AAAAAAAAABc/FuZGNowWI3Y/s200/P1250097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029733045573437378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/Rc0zj2hyx9I/AAAAAAAAABk/0FurtZTYIbc/s1600-h/P1250101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/Rc0zj2hyx9I/AAAAAAAAABk/0FurtZTYIbc/s200/P1250101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029733049868404690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/Rc0zj2hyx-I/AAAAAAAAABs/36gk8aHVggI/s1600-h/P1250103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/Rc0zj2hyx-I/AAAAAAAAABs/36gk8aHVggI/s200/P1250103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029733049868404706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness, so much to report. I've been a bad Mama-poster as of late! First of all, Christopher and I have tickets to Guatemala Feb 21st to visit Noe. I emphasize visit . . . C &amp; I will unfortunately actually have to board a plane without our little peanut and come back home and wait some more. But . . . we do get four whole days with our little girl--just us three at the hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be spending Thursday in Antigua visiting with our God-son, Rene Antonio, and his family. We began sponsoring him seven years ago and have met him twice before -- can't believe he's a teenager now! And I've got some nursery shopping planned. Guatemalan textiles are just gorgeous, so I thought I'd pick up a few yards and have some of the soft nursery stuff made from it, bumpers and pillows and the like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK though, enough about shopping. Let's talk Noe! Kelly Jo, the director of the Guatemala program at our adoption agency, visited with Noe and her foster mother, Virginia, two weeks ago and came back with all kinds of photos and updates last week. She said that Noe was giggly and grinning and charming and loves to be held (can't wait to accommodate that request!). She also said that everyone commented on how strong her legs were already. So all very good news. And look at those eyes and those smiles! On the report, out of several descriptors to choose from, KJ chose 'cheerful' and 'content' to describe Noe. How lovely is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing-wise, we're still waiting for the 'pre-approval' notice from the US State Department. KJ said they seem to be taking a bit longer than normal as of late. Once we get that, our case will be entered into the Guatemalan State Department (PGN) and family court, unofficially dubbed "the black hole" by many adoptive families. We've heard of several cases where dossiers were tossed out because of a typo and had to be resubmitted from scratch. So we're just praying for a smooth ride through PGN once we get the 'pre-approval'; it literally comes down to how picky-ornery-etc. a particular person behind the desk is at any given moment. The process could take 5 weeks, it could take 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that has happened is that Noe's birthmother had her appointment with the social worker -- which means three out of four sign-offs have occurred. The last will be in family court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we get through PGN, things really start to fly. The last few steps are getting Noe a passport and a new birth certificate (Noemi de Leon HUBER), and then we get the call with our court date. Christopher and I were a bit shocked to find out that we'll only get about 8-12 days notice before we need to be in Guatemala to bring Noe home. Sort of like, "honey, I think I'm in labor!" I guess, although with a week longer to plan. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-3310575362217617317?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/3310575362217617317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=3310575362217617317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/3310575362217617317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/3310575362217617317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2007/02/guatemala-here-we-come.html' title='Guatemala . . . Here we Come!'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/Rc0zjWhyx7I/AAAAAAAAABU/ctyd5kiEnvU/s72-c/P1250110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-7333543418252408839</id><published>2007-01-24T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:38:03.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RbfkcwctBHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/S_Xuhqvje4w/s1600-h/P1170086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023735092047840370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RbfkcwctBHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/S_Xuhqvje4w/s200/P1170086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, so we promised to be open and vulnerable on this blog (well, maybe I didn't, but I will now), so here goes. We just got the DNA results for Noemi and her birth mother along with a photo of her birth mother. First of all, it was a match (hallelujah!), so we're on to the next stage and officially cleared to go visit her in Guatemala! (more on that below) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wanted to capture here a bit of what it felt like to see a photo of Noemi in the arms of her birth mom. I (and I think Christopher too) had kind of dreaded getting that photo in the mail. We'd heard from other adoptive parents that it was quite a shock, and I think I, in all honesty, was afraid I'd see something in her eyes that said she didn't want to give Noe up (she still has to officially 'relinquish' Noe two more times through this process). I expected to feel guilt--that we were taking this beautiful girl away from her--and fear--that she wouldn't want to give Noe up. But I didn't see or feel any of that. Nothing in &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RbfkdQctBII/AAAAAAAAAA0/b0fSnyxRaNY/s1600-h/P1170088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023735100637774978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RbfkdQctBII/AAAAAAAAAA0/b0fSnyxRaNY/s200/P1170088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;her eyes or her posture said that she didn't want to be doing what she was doing--in fact, there was something there that made me realize for the first time that this is a good thing, the right thing, for her too. I never thought I'd be comforted and relieved by seeing that picture, but I was . . . amazing how God works. And . . . Noe was absolutely adorable in the shot -- she's got this little grin connecting her chubby little cheeks and her eyes just glow. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the other joyful part of getting the DNA tests back is that we get to go visit Noe! I booked the tickets last night (3:30 am insomnia booking) for the 21st of February. We're planning on flying down the 21st, going to Antigua to see our Godson Rene Antionio and do some nursery shopping on the 22nd, and then spending the 23rd through the 26th with Noe. Yes -- we get to be with her the entire time! Virginia, Noe's foster mother, and our lawyer Mayra will &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RbfjMActBGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GTA6FQgLJFQ/s1600-h/P1170084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023733704773403746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RbfjMActBGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GTA6FQgLJFQ/s200/P1170084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;drop her off at our hotel and we get to spend three whole, glorious days with her. I am literally counting the hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we have to get on a plane and come back home without her -- uggghhhh. But to be able to see her and hold her and smell her and hear her is absolutely worth the misery we'll go through when we leave. And we're making progress. Once we get something called a 'preapproval' certificate from the state department (which is somewhat confusing, given that we've already been preapproved), then we'll be submitted into the Guatemalan State Department system (PGN), which is the last, big hurdle before Noemi officially being 'ours'. From what we hear, going into PGN is 'like going into a black 'hole' -- you don't know what's going to happen, or if you'll get kicked out on a technicality and have to start all over again. But then again, we haven't had any control over the timing of any of this all along, and I can't imagine anything happening any different than it has. There's no doubt, though, that the waiting is getting harder, and probably will continue to as we move along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also thought I'd include some pics of the 'Valentine's' package we sent down to Noemi with Kelly Jo (Kelly Jo left yesterday for Guatemala and will meet both Noe and Virginia, so stay tuned for some fun photos!). It was such fun to put this together for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty-nine days and about eighteen hours until I get to hold my baby girl . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-7333543418252408839?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/7333543418252408839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=7333543418252408839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/7333543418252408839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/7333543418252408839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-mama.html' title='Oh Mama'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/RbfkcwctBHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/S_Xuhqvje4w/s72-c/P1170086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-178764648370058218</id><published>2007-01-16T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:00:45.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Got Updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/Ra2cSQaoZnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2Db5PGPF5Lc/s1600-h/update-1-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020840997046216306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/Ra2cSQaoZnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2Db5PGPF5Lc/s320/update-1-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh my goodness, it's been an exciting couple of days! Kelly Jo surprised me on Friday with a stealth e-mail containing the Noe update we've been waiting for. I had been speaking to Karen, the education coordinator at Heartsent, and was expecting an e-mail from her, so I was extra surprised when I opened up the document and saw these precious little brown eyes staring out at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noe is growing into a beautiful little girl at 2-1/2 months . . . she's now at 8.6 pounds and 21.2 inches, sweet thing. And boy, does she look cute in pink or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as timing goes, Kelly Jo told me on Friday that Mayra, our lawyer down in Guatemala, would be working on coordinating a DNA test with Noe and her birth mother in the next two weeks, and then it would take roughly 2-3 weeks for the results, after which we'll be cleared to visit. However . . . Kelly Jo called today and said that the DNA tests were done today and that our case was placed into the family court process. So those are two steps knocked out in record time (thank you Mayra -- thank you Kelly Jo!) and we're that much closer to bringing Noe home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher and I went back and forth on whether to go to Guatemala for a visit or not. The reality of just how unbearably difficult it will be to get on a plane without Noe started setting in and we began to question if we were up for the trip. But when we got this update and our little daughter was looking up at us with those sweet eyes, all questions vanished. So if the timing in Guatemala keeps moving along as it has been, we'll hope to fly for a visit at the end of February at the latest. YEAAAHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for when we'll get to bring her home? Kelly Jo estimates end of spring, so we're thinking sometime between March and June. But who knows . . . I'm going to do a serious surf for cribs right now just in case . . . time to get down to business on getting the nursery ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-178764648370058218?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/178764648370058218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=178764648370058218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/178764648370058218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/178764648370058218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2007/01/weve-got-updates.html' title='We&apos;ve Got Updates!'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWKD13URGx4/Ra2cSQaoZnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2Db5PGPF5Lc/s72-c/update-1-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-5326173332120837937</id><published>2006-12-10T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T17:17:20.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on waiting . . .</title><content type='html'>I was reading an advent devotional this morning and ran across an entry from Henri Nouwen that really struck me and I wanted to share it here. The subject is waiting. As you may know, waiting is the theme of the advent season--the lead up to Christmas. Not in the sense of waiting to get to the presents, but in the context of waiting on the presence of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have commented that this wait to bring Noe home must be hard, and it is. But Christopher and I both have a deep sense of calm about it too that is hard to put into words. I felt Mr. Nouwen did such a beautiful job capturing how we're holding this time of waiting and how there can be such a sense of joy in it, that I wanted to share some excerpts with you--read as little or as much as you'd like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waiting is not a very popular attitude. In fact, most people consider waiting a waste of time. Perhaps this is because the culture in which we live is basically saying, "Get going! Do something! Show you are able to make a difference! Don't just sit there and wait!" For many people, waiting is an awful desert between where they are and where they want to go. And people do not like such a place. They want to get out of it by doing something. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . But what is the nature of waiting? What is the practice of waiting? How are they waiting and how are we called to wait with them (the characters in the first chapter and a half of Luke)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, as we see it in the people on the first pages of the Gospel, is waiting with a sense of promise. "Zechariah, . . . your wife Elizabeth is to bear you a son." "Mary, . . . Listen! You are to conceive and bear a son" (Luke 1:13, 31). People who wait have received a promise that allows them to wait. They have received something that is at work in them, like a seed that has started to grow. This is very important. We can only really wait if what we are waiting for has already begun something in us. So &lt;strong&gt;waiting is never a movement from nothing to something. It is always a movement from something to something more&lt;/strong&gt;. Zechariah, Mary, and Elizabeth were living with a promise that nurtured them, that fed them, and that made them able to stay where they were. And in this way, the promise itself could grow in them and for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, &lt;strong&gt;waiting is active&lt;/strong&gt;. Most of us think of waiting as something very passive, a hopeless state determined by events totally out of our hands. The bus is late? You cannot do anything about it, so you have to sit there and just wait. It is not difficult to understand the irritation people feel when somebody says, "Just wait." Words like that seem to push us into passivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is none of this passivity in scripture. Those who are waiting are waiting very actively. They know that what they are waiting for is growing from the ground on which they are standing. That's the secret. The secret of waiting is the faith that the seed has been planted, that something has begun. &lt;strong&gt;Active waiting means to be present fully to the moment, in the conviction that something is happening where you are and that you want to be present to it&lt;/strong&gt;. A waiting person is someone who is present to the moment, who believes that this moment is &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A waiting person is a patient person. The word &lt;em&gt;patience&lt;/em&gt; means the willingness to stay where we are and live the situation out to the full in the belief that something hidden there will menifest itself to us. Impatient people are always expecting the real thing to happen somewhere else and therefore want to go elsewhere. The moment is empty. But patient people dare to stay where they are. Patient living means to live actively in the present and wait there. Waiting, then, is not passive. It involves nurturing the moment, as a mother nurtures the child that is within her. Zechariah, Elizabeth, and Mary were very present to the moment. That is why they could hear the angel. They were alert, attentive to the voice that spoke to them and said, "Don't be afraid. Something is happening to you. Pay attention."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is more. Waiting is open-ended. Open-ended waiting is hard for us because we tend to wait for something very concrete, for something that we wish to have. Much of our waiting is filled with wishes: "I wish that I would have a job. I wish that the weather would be better. I wish that the pain would go." We are full of wishes, and our waiting easily gets entangled in those wishes. For this reason, a lot of our waiting is not open-ended. Instead, our waiting is a way of controlling the future. We want the future to go in a very specific direction, and if this does not happen we are disappointed and can even slip into dispair. That is why we have such a hard time waiting: we want to do the things that will make the desired events take place. Here we can see how wishes tend to be connected with fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But Zechariah, Elizabeth, and Mary were not filled with wishes. They were filled with hope&lt;/strong&gt;. Hope is something very different. Hope is trusting that something will be fulfilled, but fulfilled according to the promises and not just according to our wishes. Therefore, hope is always open-ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found it very important in my own life to let go of my wishes and start hoping. It was only when I was willing to let go of wishes that something really new, something beyond my own expectations could happen to me. Just imagine what mary was actually saying in the words, "I am the servant of the Lord . . . let what you have said be done to me" (Luke 1:38). She was saying, "I don't know what this all means, but I trust that good things will happen." She trusted so deeply that her waiting was open to all possibilities. And she did not want to control them. She believed that when she listened carefully, she could trust what was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wait open-endedly is an enormously radical attitude toward life. So is to trust that something will happen to us that is far beyond our own imaginings. So, too, is giving up control over our future and letting God define our life, trusting that God molds us according to God's love and not according to our fear. The spiritual life is a life in which we wait, actively present to the moment, trusting that new things will happen to us, new things that are far beyond our own imagination, fantasy, or prediction. That, indeed, is a very radical stance toward life in a world occupied with control. . . . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the best concise explanation of how Christopher and I feel as we wait for Noe. We really don't have expectations around when or how, but we wait in hope. And we wait actively in the 'now', trusting that there is purpose to this wait, that God is shaping us in ways that He needs to during this time. Even this devotional entry was a gift to me . . . that our wait for Noe is helping me better comprehend and internalize the real message of advent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-5326173332120837937?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/5326173332120837937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=5326173332120837937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/5326173332120837937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/5326173332120837937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2006/12/thoughts-on-waiting.html' title='Thoughts on waiting . . .'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-713093237150467683</id><published>2006-12-05T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:36:15.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ziploc is off . . .</title><content type='html'>The Ziploc went off yesterday and already the bed feels empty. Amazing how the absence of a little 15-inch square piece of (really, really soft) cloth can create such a void. Amazing how a little girl who weighs less than six pounds can inspire such vast love. Thank you to all of you who sent us your suggestions and input. Keep 'em coming, we've got a few shots at these over the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we settled on these items:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;The blankie&lt;/strong&gt;. We ran into a little glitch when Christopher was polishing his shoes next to it on the kitchen counter (don't ask) and the blankie still smelled like petroleum two hours later. We were mortified that we were going to have to wash it and lose the precious 'scent' that we'd imparted on it over the past week. Thankfully, a little stint in the dryer took away most of the stench (of the shoe polish that is, not of us). Christopher will be oh so pleased I've shared this detail with you ;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* The onesie&lt;/strong&gt;. True proof we're morphing into parents. We went into a baby store last weekend and actually cooed at the little onesies before picking out a snazzy little pink and white striped number for Noe. And, yes, there were several moments in the following days when we'd slip it out of the bag and just smile at it, picturing Noe's little head and arms and legs populating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* The picture book&lt;/strong&gt;. Is it gauche to show up at a dinner party with a camera . . . and ask the host to take photos of you? Probably. But Jan and Brent are good friends and crazy excited about little Noe, and Brent did a great job taking the first close-ups that our daughter will ever see of us. Unfortunately, I came up with the impromptu idea of taking another photo of us holding Noe's photo the following night; no shower, no makeup . So she'll be seeing both sides of mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* The camera.&lt;/strong&gt; We also sent a disposable camera so that Noe's foster mother (Virginia) can take photos of her and send the camera back up to us. So stay tuned for the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* The tape recorder&lt;/strong&gt;. Christopher and I got totally in to recording things for Noe on a mini-casette recorder. We talked to her, we read to her, I sang to her, we just chatted to her while doing various things around the house. But, alas, that's going to have to wait for the next round. Kelly Jo suggested, wisely, that we send it down with her in January so that she can show Virginia how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Christmas cards&lt;/strong&gt;. We also sent cards to both Noe and Virginia. It hit home for me as we were picking out a Christmas card for our daughter, that she wouldn't be with us on her first Christmas. But it is what it is, and she'll be home when she's meant to be. In the meantime, we'll celebrate the gift she is to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-713093237150467683?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/713093237150467683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=713093237150467683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/713093237150467683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/713093237150467683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2006/12/ziploc-is-off.html' title='The Ziploc is off . . .'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-1576986373123872873</id><published>2006-11-26T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:34:02.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So you have a gallon Ziploc bag, what would you send?</title><content type='html'>One of the things we learned at Heartsent last Monday was that we get to send a gallon Ziploc bag full of whatever we can fit down to Noe. So Christopher and I have been pondering the past week and put together a list, but I thought I'd throw it out there for any other suggestions before making the final cut. Here's what we're thinking so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, our thought is that we'd like to cover as many senses as we can, so that said, we were thinking of including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A small blanket or cloth diaper or stuffed animal that we've slept with that has our 'scent' on it&lt;br /&gt;* Some photos in a compact, baby-proof holder of some sort&lt;br /&gt;* A mini tape recorder with tapes of Christopher and I talking, reading and singing (I found a CD and companion songbook of Latin American children's songs and lullabies)&lt;br /&gt;* A disposable camera for her foster mother to fill up with shots of Noe and send back to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-1576986373123872873?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/1576986373123872873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=1576986373123872873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/1576986373123872873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/1576986373123872873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-you-have-gallon-ziploc-bag-what.html' title='So you have a gallon Ziploc bag, what would you send?'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-7517950736411834101</id><published>2006-11-26T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:27:23.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>A Guatemalan Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Getting our first pictures of Noe on Monday and writing the words 'THE END' for my first novel made for an especially full Thanksgiving for us this year. Thank &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; to everyone who has e-mailed and called for all your enthusiasm and excitement for us. We can't tell you how grateful we are to be sharing this time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had planned on spending Thanksgiving alone this year, using the day to recharge, give thanks and absorb all that has happened in the past week. So Christopher had the brilliant idea of cooking a simple Guatemalan meal to celebrate, and that we did. Our friend Marilee Wingert had sent us a recipe for Pollo Jocon (Chicken in Green Sauce) earlier, so we printed it out and made it along with black beans, Spanish rice and homemade corn tortillas. It was the first of what we're sure will be &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; Guatemalan meals at the Huber household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe (thanks Marilee!) in case you're interested in trying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pollo Jocon (from False Tongues and Sunday Bread)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 3lb. chicken, cut into serving pieces&lt;br /&gt;1 small onion, quartered&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt, or to taste&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups water&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sliced scallions, green part only&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup tomatillos&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chopped cilantro&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. hot green chile slices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook the chicken, onion and salt in 1 cup of water in a saucepan over moderate heat for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, process the scallions, tomatillos, cilantro, garlic, flour and chile into a smooth paste with 1/2 cup water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the green sauce to the chicken and continue to cook over moderate to low heat for 20 minutes. Serve warm with rice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-7517950736411834101?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/7517950736411834101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=7517950736411834101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/7517950736411834101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/7517950736411834101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2006/11/guatemalan-thanksgiving.html' title='A Guatemalan Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-116408679482376145</id><published>2006-11-20T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:34:29.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5176/3821/1600/8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5176/3821/200/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5176/3821/1600/4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5176/3821/200/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Christopher and I are just absolutely giddy. We just got back from Heartsent to make our adoption of Noemi de Leon Huber, born November 6 in Guatemala City, official, and have come back with a bit more info and PHOTOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is all we know right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* She was born at 5lbs and weighed in at 5lbs 8oz and 19 inches long two days ago (you grow girl!)&lt;br /&gt;* She was born in Guatemala City&lt;br /&gt;* The remainder of the process will take about 5-7 months -- until we can bring her home&lt;br /&gt;* We can go visit her (!) in Guatemala City after the DNA test is complete, which Kelly Jo estimates will be sometime in February.&lt;br /&gt;* We're keeping her name(s) Noemi de Leon, and are going to call her Noe for short.&lt;br /&gt;* We're already completely, head over heels for this little girl and cannot WAIT to be with her!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-116408679482376145?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/116408679482376145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=116408679482376145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/116408679482376145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/116408679482376145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-pics.html' title='First Pics'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-116398775548499274</id><published>2006-11-19T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T17:55:56.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How 'bout a BABY!</title><content type='html'>Christopher here...Sit down peeps; fasten your seatbelts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, November 17 at approximately 3:30 PST Lia and I received the phone call we didn't expect 'til at least the New Year. I was in my office and heard Lia answer the phone. Then, I heard that silence where you know something's up. By the time Lia got to my door, I was thinking, "no way, this can't be the call; I mean, I was just at the police dept on Monday this week. We just had our Immigration fignerprints taken on Tuesday. We haven't even received our infamous C.I.S. document yet." Lia opened the door. I picked up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, Kelly Jo calmly said, "I have something to tell you. I have a referral for you. Her name is Noemi de Leon Lopez. She was born November 6, 2006, she's healthy and I don't want to tease you but she's a total cutie!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just sat there looking at each other, completely stunned, eyes bigger than basketballs. Mouths wide open. Speechless. Tears of joy. And what a gorgeous name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...tomorrow we go meet Kelly Jo and Val (Exec. Dir.) to hear more about this 2 week old girl that God has planned for us. No doubt we'll be signing gobs more paperwork, I'm sure, and we'll get a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned; we may be taking a trip over New Years to go meet our daughter(!). We'll tell you more after our appointment tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-116398775548499274?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/116398775548499274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=116398775548499274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/116398775548499274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/116398775548499274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-bout-baby.html' title='How &apos;bout a BABY!'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-116345578048408651</id><published>2006-11-13T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:09:40.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huber Status Update</title><content type='html'>Well Christopher went back for the third round of police clearance letters today and I thought I'd use it as an example for what this paperwork has looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: October 27 -- Pick up notary person at UPS store and drive her to police station to meet Christopher and the Chief of Police (Susan) to sign and notarize a letter saying that Christopher and I both have clean criminal records. Half hour later, go back to UPS store and send both copies to Heartsent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: October 31 -- Kelly Jo calls from Heartsent and says that the notary person crossed her 7 on the date and it looks like a 1, and that Guatemala is a stickler on things like that. She says she'll send it back to us and that Susan can just write the date (October 27) next to her name and we should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: November 3 -- Christopher takes the notarized docs that Kelly Jo sent back to us over to the police station for Susan to date. She writes October 16. Chris laughs (sort of), rips up the notarized docs and says he'll be back on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: November 5 -- Christopher meets another notary person at the police station and gets two more notarized copies stating we have clean records. Sends them to Kelly Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: November 8 -- Kelly Jo calls and says, great job on the notary and date, but they just heard from their Guatemalan contact that some cases are being thrown out for having a 'joint' police letter and that it's best to not take the risk and just get two notarized copies for each of us as individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: November 13 -- Christopher goes back to the police station and meets the first notary (figures it's safe, no 7's in the date) to get 4 notarized copies, two for each of us, stating we have a clean record. Fedexes them to KJ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, actually, I could have entitled this -- Homestudy DONE--really, really, really! Because it's taken this long to actually get that last piece done correctly . . . but now we're on our way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher and I go to get our fingerprints taken tomorrow for the government, and then it'll be about two weeks after that that we get our official clearance for a match. So we're (almost) in the count-down to baby time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-116345578048408651?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/116345578048408651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=116345578048408651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/116345578048408651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/116345578048408651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2006/11/huber-status-update.html' title='Huber Status Update'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-116345500135769559</id><published>2006-11-13T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:56:41.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hague Convention Update</title><content type='html'>For those of you who are hoping for more than just diaper discussions from this blog, I thought I'd post an update on the political situation with the Hague Convention on Intercountry Adoption -- an "international treaty, completed in 1993, that is the first-ever agreement designed to govern the adoption process and protect children being adopted across national boundaries. Through their participation, the U.S., China, Guatemala, and more than 60 additional countries have signaled their intention to legitimize international adoption by agreeing that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Every child has the right to a permanent family, even when that family is in another country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Adoption of children between countries should take place via agreed-upon procedures that are ethical and orderly." (for more, see http://www.adoptivefamilies.com/articles.php?aid=1400)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few weeks, there have been articles in both the New York Times and the Wall Street Journal that have given the impression that the US position on the Hague Convention and the current status of Guatemala (who has ratified the convention, but has not yet implemented the mandates) would halt adoptions between the two countries. ("Guatemala System Is Scrutinized As Americans Rush In to Adopt", NYT November 5, 2006) And that is simply misleading. In fact, here is a Q&amp;A with Maura Harty, Assistant Secretary of State for Consular Affairs, and the one responsible for implementing the Hague Convention on Intercountry Adoption in the U.S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Guatemala ratified the Convention without having properly implemented it. What is the country’s current status?&lt;br /&gt;A: The U.S. Department of State is encouraging Guatemala to pass implementing legislation this year. We’ve offered consultation and training to government officials, and believe that Guatemala will find an avenue to implement the Convention so that adoptions between our two countries can continue once we ratify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, also, for those of you who want to dig further, is a statement from the US Department of State addressing the 'false rumor that Guatemala will halt adoptions': http://travel.state.gov/family/adoption/notices/notices_3042.html. This one was a rumor pointed the other way (that the 'halt' would come from Guatemala). And here's another link to the US DOS FAQ on Guatemalan adoption http://travel.state.gov/family/adoption/notices/notices_2859.html. [Thank you Steve Wingert for leading us here and for your reassurance!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the bottom line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Yes, the US plans to officially ratify the Hague Convention on Intercountry Adoption in 2007 and it will 'enter into force' three months after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Yes, this is something that all reputable adoption agencies are fully aware of and on top of and that we discussed with ours (Heartsent) going into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* No, there has been no 'new' information about the convention and the standing of Guatemala since we began this process in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Yes, it seems the media blew things out of proportion and put a 'fear factor' spin on existing facts and yes, that is unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Yes, Christopher and I are already far enough along in the process with the government that we would be grandfathered in regardless of when the ratification takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Yes, any and all of this information may change tomorrow ;-). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for you concern -- we'll keep you updated on any new news!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-116345500135769559?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/116345500135769559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=116345500135769559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/116345500135769559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/116345500135769559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2006/11/hague-convention-update.html' title='Hague Convention Update'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-116345336093606456</id><published>2006-11-13T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:29:20.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaper Breakthrough</title><content type='html'>OK all, several of you weighed in on the diaper dilemma, so I'm publicly sharing an interesting 'hybrid model' (for lack of a better term) that Christopher and I found. Check out gdiapers.com. They use the same 'waterproof panties' type of system that cotton diapers do nowadays, but the innards are totally flushable (really) and, for the pee-only liners, compostable (Rick, who knew your worms would come in so handy!). The company is new, started by a couple who had the same questions and concerns we voiced and weren't satisfied with any of the answers available. So we'll see . . .  I think we're going to give these a shot to start. Stay tuned for a test-drive update in, say, six months or so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS -- Yes, I did do a cost analysis on these gdiapers ;-) and they're a tad more expensive than the major brands, but not by much, a few pennies per package.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-116345336093606456?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/116345336093606456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=116345336093606456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/116345336093606456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/116345336093606456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2006/11/diaper-breakthrough.html' title='Diaper Breakthrough'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-116206034740806916</id><published>2006-10-28T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T11:57:27.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homestudy Done . . . Again!</title><content type='html'>Well, we thought we were done a week ago, but we had a few more documents for Guatemala to finish up, which we just did yesterday. I spoke with Kelly Jo at Heartsent last week and she said that the government is moving quickly with the rubber stamp 'OK', the I-171 I think, that will clear us for a match, and that we should have that within the next four weeks or so. She also said that there is no waiting list at the moment (gulp), so we could get a match right away (gulp again). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So suddenly what Christopher and I thought would take another three to five months may happen in one. Which we are &lt;em&gt;ecstatic&lt;/em&gt; about! But now the weight of all we have to do and learn before the baby comes is setting in. Like outfit a nursery, learn about developmental stages, reorganize closets, babyproof. Oh my! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, I would casually browse sites on, say, diapering systems, thinking "I'd really like to be eco-friendly in the diaper department." Now, I'm frantically scanning the fine print and thinking, "there's no way I'm going to handwash a dozen poopy diapers a day" and that pre-soaking and double washing and all isn't so eco-friendly in an area with water-shortage issues. So anyone who has suggestions on the subject, by all means chime in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, this blog is getting fun isn't it? We're on to poopy diapers already! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-116206034740806916?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/116206034740806916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=116206034740806916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/116206034740806916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/116206034740806916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2006/10/homestudy-done-again.html' title='Homestudy Done . . . Again!'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-116103611264880333</id><published>2006-10-16T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T15:01:52.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homestudy Done!</title><content type='html'>Big milestone was reached today . . . we turned in the last two documents for our homestudy! The 'homestudy' is the stage after you sign on with the adoption agency, before you actually get matched with a child. It took us about six weeks to complete all the 'to-do's: two classes at Heartsent (we've taken the Orientation class and 'What to Expect the First Month Home' so far), three visits with a social worker (Christine was wonderful, very supportive and not afraid to ask anything) and about two dozen pieces of paperwork, from marriage and birth certificates to notarized financial and medical papers. Whew! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now? We wait. The first of two waiting periods, really. After Heartsent gets these last two gems from us, they'll compile everything and send it to the adoption section of the INS, and the government will bless us with another piece of paperwork saying we're worthy to be parents (we hope anyway). After that, we're cleared for a match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we're put in a request for a newborn girl, it might be a bit of a wait just for a match. Apparently, there is more demand for baby girls from Guatemala, so the wait can be longer than for a boy. Val, the Executive Director of Heartsent, suggested a great way of deciding how important holding out for a girl was for us. She said, let's check in two months into the wait. If we're chomping at the bit and feeling sex is irrelevant at that point (of the child that is ;-)), we'll swap to a boy. If we're feeling stronger than ever about a girl, then we'll continue to wait, even more confident in our decision to do so. The second big wait comes after the match, when we wait for all the paperwork to be done in Guatemala and the US to approve and finalize the adoption so we can bring her (or him) home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thus begins the first of the two big waits. Here we go . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-116103611264880333?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/116103611264880333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=116103611264880333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/116103611264880333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/116103611264880333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2006/10/homestudy-done.html' title='Homestudy Done!'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-115881954513591936</id><published>2006-09-20T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:19:05.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So strange . . . Lia Mack</title><content type='html'>Isn't it just karma that a woman with my maiden name--an odd one at that, what are the odds of another Lia Mack coming up on Google--started the Natural Childbirth Network?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-115881954513591936?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/115881954513591936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=115881954513591936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/115881954513591936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/115881954513591936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-strange-lia-mack.html' title='So strange . . . Lia Mack'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34652260.post-115863548854030138</id><published>2006-09-18T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:11:28.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out . . .</title><content type='html'>Well this falls under the "never coulda convinced me five years ago that I'd be doing this" category. I'm posting the first entry for a blog where Christopher and I can recount the biggest adventure we've ever embarked upon -- adopting a child from Guatemala. (Woo, shivers writing that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you guys have shared earlier adventures with us -- to Greece, to Italy, and of course, to Costa Rica and back. But those were based in geography. They were soulful to be sure, yet they revolved around us exploring some 'place' new. This time, we're bringing you along on our wildest journey yet -- through the uncharted territory (for us anyway) of becoming adoptive parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to try to be diligent to capture everything here, no matter how mundane. So please join us for as much or as little as you like. It feels good knowing you're all in this with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Lia &amp; Christopher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34652260-115863548854030138?l=huberadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/115863548854030138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34652260&amp;postID=115863548854030138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/115863548854030138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34652260/posts/default/115863548854030138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huberadoption.blogspot.com/2006/09/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out . . .'/><author><name>Hubers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03165760659357510914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
