I hate technology...

I just found out that the .pdf version of Tung's file that I sent to one doctor and one nurse practitioner (both of whom I am related to, and felt entitled to bother on a Sunday afternoon) did not go through. Despite the fact that I sent them from my work email, they have not been received by the intended recipients. UGH. And of course the file is only scanned on my work computer, not my home computer, so, it's going to have to wait until tomorrow to be sent again. Double ugh.

Both have promised to look at the file tomorrow, as soon as they get it, and talk to me tomorrow night. The snail mail file I sent to the International Adoption specialist in Ann Arbor have just better have gotten there!!

Yesterday, Gabe went to one of those animated festive pizza places with his best friend from across the street, D~, and D~'s parents, R~ and A~. D~'s mom is pregnant right now and expecting a baby in October.

Gabe was had a conversation with D~'s dad that went like this:

Gabe: I'm getting a little brother.
R~ (D~'s dad): Really?!?
Gabe: Yep. But, he's not coming from the same place that D~'s little brother is coming from.
R~: (Reportedly trying to not snort Coke through his nose): Oh...where is your little brother coming from?
Gabe: (reportedly with an amazing matter-of-factness): Vietnam. Some little brothers come from mommy's tummies, but, sometimes they come from Vietnam instead.

After that Gabe went off to play a game with D~, and R~ went off to ask his wife, A~, if she knew what Gabe was talking about. Fortunately, she did.

I'm wondering if I should try to tell Gabe that there are other countries out there were children can be adopted from, or if that would just confuse him. :-)

LM