The tree is up, most of the presents are wrapped, Emmett has had his first snow day, and now - we're all tired! Why are the holidays so busy? I know I do this to myself, fairly regularly actually, but can I get off the express train now??

I've deprived the webworld of recent Emmett pictures, so I'll throw a few on today. Speaking of today, we have our 2nd post-placement visit from our social worker. Can't believe it's been almost 3 months since we brought Emmett home. I can't say it seems like he's always been here, because he hasn't, and my life pre-motherhood was good and his life before me deserves it's own respect. We didn't bring Emmett into our lives to save him from anything. We wanted to love a child, and God choose Emmett. Can it be that simple and yet that complicated?

I've been reading a blog recently from an amazing writer. Who also is an adult Korean adoptee:
http://twicetherice.wordpress.com/ Her recent post about the celeb-adoption craze expressed exactly what I've been feeling about the whole thing. Maybe I'm jealous, that the Angelinas and Madonnas don't have to go through months of interviews to prove they're good enough, months of waiting for their referral calls, more months waiting for their travel calls. But when I think of the scrutiny that we faced getting our home study approved, it bothers the heck out of me that they don't go through the same process. And really - let's think about this - our social worker was concerned that our small house church was a cult because it is non-denominational. But apparently multiple intimate partners, constant travel, paparazzi chases, and the life of a celebrity is perfectly ok. Did I miss something here folks??? Wealth is not what is going to fix a child's life. Wealth can't undo years of neglect. Has Madonna participated in "holding time" in order to attach to little David? Has Angelina worked through attachment activities with Maddox? Zahara? Do they have any intention of helping these kids understand the culture that is their birth right? Ah - just bugs me.

Sorry, I apparently got on my soap box for a bit. I promise pictures soon. Off to clean the place before the social worker things we're crazy.