“Father wears his Sunday Best, Mother’s tired she needs a rest”

This song has been playing in my head lately and not just for the lyrics but the band’s name as well. Madness.

In a few short months a one year old child will be placed into our permanent care. Where do we begin? How is this going to work? Madness.

We have answered all the adoption agency questions with honesty. We have been interviewed separately and together, we have been looked at and studied from every angle and they still want us to have precious Margot as our child. Madness.

We have sparse information from the orphanage and only six pictures’ of dear Margot. Because of this and in spite of this we have concocted a pretty good story of what she’s really like. We’re told she likes music and rice noodles. Does she like to eat the noodles while listening to music? They didn’t say but we are assuming yes. They say she likes to study the faces of strangers as if she’s thinking of something.  My God what is she thinking? Who is this stranger? Where are my noodles? I believe she’s filing the image away to paint it at a later date. She’s going to be an artist.  Madness.

Julie ordered a baby carrying sling that we projected to be the right size for Margot. To test it out she put our cat Miles in it to see how he fit.  Practice baby!  Complete Madness.