May 10, 2008
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‘Tis here, so ’tis done. The adoption is completely, totally DONE.
Today Dmitry’s Texas Birth Certificate arrived.
It doesn’t look just the same as one for someone born here, as it gives Cheboksary as his place of birth (which isn’t accurate, but is what is on his after-the-adoption Russian b/c; he was actually born in Alatyr), but there Don and I are as his parents, by golly.
So he needn’t weird everyone out by producing a Russian birth certificate with English translation whenever he needs a birth certificate. And if he loses it, he can march down to the bureau of vital statistics like everyone else, fill out a form, hand over a check, and get another copy.
That’s IT. There’s literally not another thing to be done as regards his adoption. It’s finished.
Four and a half years later. Just call me Speedy.
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Hey, if getting a kid has to take that long, at least you weren’t pregnant that long – or even half as much as such mothers as Michele Duggar.
“Duggar” isn’t the strangest name I’ve ever known, but it’s certainly not common, and even at my advancing age, I can think of plenty of ways to make fun of a kid with a name like that. The only family I know personally with a family that large (they live here in our bustling metropolis of Cogan Station – I’ve known them all my life) is named Ulmer. Again, a name that just begs to be messed with. The families are already kind of strange by today’s standards, and the kids of necessity wore home made and hand-me-down clothes, so you can imagine how they were targets for teasing in school. Just don’t seem fair to have a teasa-worthy name to go with it!
And the Ulmers used good, solid Bible names. Every one of ‘em, it seemed to us! But I think they stopped at 17 – no twins for her, either.
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Hooray!! Now he has to stay and be our family!! Yea, and when I was in highschool, we had a teacher named Mrs Rape. Yes, we did.
AAMOF, I can’t think of anything particular to joke about “Ulmer” with, barring perhaps “Ulmer Fudd.” Then, I haven’t much imagination for that sort of thing. My best friend through high school was a girl named Marcia Miller. Never gave her name a single thought, but when she first came with us to Grandpa’s for Sunday dinner, darned if my young cousin, Redge, didn’t cheekily and immediately address her as “marshmiller.”
She said she’d heard that her whole life. :-p
She’d been assuming I was being polite by not making the obvious joke; only trouble was, it wasn’t obvious to me, and that’s why I’d refrained.
Oooo..A Texas Birth Certificate. I wonder if that is something we can get for Faith. THat would be much easier than explaining a Japanese one with a translation. And, if we ever loose those copies, we are in trouble.
My Middle School Choir director was named Mr. Ducket. There are some not so nice rhymes that go with that. My High school director was Mr. Johnson. He got made fun of for that quite a bit.
I wouldn’t be surprised if you could! Dmitry’s is definitely different from the norm, mind, as it doesn’t include the usual info regarding parents’ places of birth, the hospital in which Dmitry’s birth took place (not possible, since when he was adopted his official “birth city” was changed from Alatyr to Cheboksary, for reasons we never clearly understood), etc.
Once y’all get back it’d be something to look into, for sure.
That is really exciting Anne! We should have celebrated that as well tonight.
Yeah Dmitry!
Yea for having the adoption finished!!!
My nana went to school with several kids from the Lipshitz family (‘m not sure how they spelled it, but you always felt naughty saying their name).
RYC: Yep, I think that teenagers are just darling….ug!
That makes Dmitry a REAL TEXAN!! Gotta be proud!