Found Her!

WHEW!!! Where do I begin? January has been a whirlwind of activity. So much so that by mid-month I called 'uncle' and flew the coup for 2+ weeks and sailed down to the Panama Canal. More about that in a future post.

But before I go unpack the 120lbs of dirty laundry, let me leave you with this exciting tidbit of news;





Beck does that same exact half-scowl, concentrating look. Genetics is a wondrous thing.

Update On the Baby-Mama-Drama

I finally got notice that the lady on Facebook, who happened to have the same name as my son's Birth Mother, accepted my plea for friend status! Yay. So last night I sent her a bumbling beat-around-the bush message. I mean, after all, what is the proper way to ask a complete stranger if they are your baby's Mama? So I decided to not ask her directly, but ask if she knew him and gave her his name and DOB.
Then I hit "send" and completely expected to wait another couple of months for a reply.
If I got a reply at all.
I was shocked this morning to have a message waiting for me. The amazing news is that she has the same name as his mother and she is in fact from Kyrgyzstan. This is what she wrote:

Hello, Mala!
I am sorry to disappoint you, but I don't have any idea who is this little boy. Any way, it's very nice to meet you. I hope you will find him.
At the moment I live in Malta, but very soon I am going back to Kyrgyzstan. If you want to ask me something else, do not hesitate, ask. Hopefully, I will be able to help you.
Take good care.
Best regards.
Jyldyza.

So it seems we have hit a dead end. But still, she sounds like a wonderfully sweet person and from all appearances, a good example of a fine young lady from Kyrgyzstan.

A Little RoundUp

Is it sad that I have all these little mental sticky notes in my head for blog posts? You know, ideas, incomplete thoughts, stuff I want to someday get around to writing... all just clogging up space on my little brain's RAM.
So I'm doing a little mental house cleaning, so bare with me for today's hodgepodge of blogism.
First on the agenda: The Facebook Mystery Lady (or better known as 'My Baby's Mama Drama'). No word from her and she hasn't accepted my plead... errr, I mean my request for friend status. What? Is it me? Oh, wait. Yeah it probably is. BUT even though I haven't made the grade with FML (Facebook Mystery Lady), Bev has had her friendship request granted by FML Friend (hereon known as FOFML). They've made no further contact but we do at least know that FML and FOFML have written on each others' walls in the not so long ago and that it was written in English and Russian. Hmmmmm????? Also, there seems to be that beauty product connection again which is where I originally found FML. Double hmmmmm??? I wish I had more info but until this chick deems me more agreeable for friendship status, it's all I got. Until then, I guess I'll be taking lessons from Bev on how to make friends. Damn.

In other news, Princess Snaggle Tooth is now Princess No-Front-Teeth. I must say, it's a better look for her, but no less trailer-parky. Shame.
(This is where I insert her toothless picture but that requires hunting for my camera and, well, I ain't up for it right now. Deal.)

I'm sure you're all wondering what crazy antics that little freakish tooth fairy pulled last night, aren't you?
Well, the tooth fairy had a realllyyyyy long day yesterday and was WAY too tired to even try to pull off a search and rescue of a tooth, so she made up some lame ass excuse about not being able to open her door and just left $2 outside her bedroom without taking the tooth. I'm wondering how long before Morgan schemes so "resell" the chomper.

And in an absolutely, positively unrelated story: I took my Morgan horse, Storm to a barrel racing clinic yesterday and we had a BLAST! I've been racing my Arab (the famous Mr. Dee) for 10 years now, but now that he's in his 30's (and doesn't look a day older then 10), I need to slow down his racing career. So I took my sweet, 2-speed (walk and trot), carriage driving horse. Yeah, I know, what was I thinking!
Well, he surprised us all and kicked it into warp speed around the barrels! Yee-haw! Yeah, may have found a new niche for him.

Doesn't look like a carriage horse anymore, does he? His best time was 24 seconds. The national wining pro barrel racer there did the pattern in 19. I'd say that's pretty darn good for a first time out.
Great day but man was I exhausted! Totally worn out! Which of course had absolutely, positively NOTHING to do with the tooth fairy's lackluster visit.

What ARE The Chances?

OK, I've kept you waiting long enough...

The other day I was online chatting with a fellow AP (Adoptive Parent) regarding our search for Beck's Birth Mother and she jokingly said, "Don't you wish you could just Google her?"

I laughed. And then realized... I hadn't actually tried that. Hmmmmm....

So of course I immediately Googled her name and BAM! one hit! Some woman from... wait for it.... Kyrgyzstan who received some sort of sales award. No picture. No additional info. But still, my heart was pounding out of my chest! Could this be her? I mean, her name isn't Jane Smith. It's quite a specific name. How many woman from KG have the same name? One of my other friends, who also has a daughter from Kyrgyzstan, told me that it's common that a person's middle name is her Father's name with the suffix "kova". So this Google match has the same first name and apparently, the same Father's name as well.... What are the chances? Probably the same chance of having that hottie Ralph Fiennes showing up at the Tokmok orphanage... oh, wait.

I quickly get in a 3-way chat now with Hilary and tell her about my discovery. Within a few minutes Hilary types, "She's on Facebook"

What?!

I clicked on the Facebook link and the good news she actually has a profile picture... the bad news is Facebook makes it too wee to get a good looksie. DAMN!!!!! But you can tell at least, she's female, she's probably around the correct age and she appears to be Asian. Could this really be her? Could it be this easy to find her?!

So I sent a friend request with a note asking her if she's from Kyrgyzstan. I didn't know what else to do. And then I sat at my computer, refreshing my Facebook page... Hoping she'd at least just accept my friend request.

I'm still waiting.


And waiting.

Heavy Talk For 8am

Yesterday when I picked Beck up at pre-school his teacher mentioned to me that one of the students had mentioned the ol' "I came out of my Mommy's belly" announcement and Beck quickly piped up to agree that he had too. His teacher nicely mentioned that Beck had, but that he had TWO Mommys.
Obviously we've never planned on keeping Beck's adoption a secret even though people ask me if we're 'gonna tell him'... Ummm, hello? I think at some point he'd start wondering...
Often Beck will see a picture of our family PB (Pre Beck) and he'll ask where he was and we always explain that he hadn't come home to join our family yet. We've always made it a point that his adoption just be another thread in the fiber of our life; no secrets, no big reveal, just another fact in our every day life.
Well on the way to school this morning Beck and I were talking and I called him 'my Baby' as I always call him (and Morgan for that fact) and he asked me, "Why you call me baby?"
"Because you're my baby." I replied.
"I come out your belly?" He questioned.
"No. You came out your first Mommy's belly and then you came to be with us and I'm your Mommy too."
"What's her name?" he asked
First I'm a bit stunned. He's one bright 4 year old. I tell him her name and he repeats it with a confused look on his face.
"Did Morgan come out another woman's belly?" He continues.
Are you sure you're four???? "No, Morgan came out of my belly."
He's once again puzzled. I went on to tell him that even though they became members of our family in different ways, they are both my babies.
And with that, he ended his line of questioning but I could see that the little wheels inside his head continued to turn.
After our little chat I went home and realized I needed to get going on my quest to find his Birth Mother. I made contact with an investigator (is that the right term?) months ago but it's been put on the back burner since. But I know now more than ever that finding her is the right thing to do. If he wants to know about her at four years old, there will only be more and more questions as he grows. I mentioned it months ago to some people and they responded with a gasp and asked why on Earth I would want to do that. The answer is simply; She will always be important to Beck and I owe it to him to find her. Or at least try.
So I need to compose a letter to her and a list of questions. Where on Earth do I begin?