Add that to an inspiration to write our much-needed prayer letter, and you’ve got some divine intervention.

PRAISE JESUS FOR NAPS!!!!

So.. now we wait. Waiting seems to be the name of the game. Three to six week is the estimate, though the lady at the office told us that passports have been coming back on the quicker end of the range recently.

In addition to this major piece of paperwork, we’re also still waiting on our FBI records check to come back, which we sent off for back around Christmas. I don’t think there’s any way of checking up on it, either.. so it might be a while. Well, one thing at a time, but we are slowly chipping away at this visa process.

Continue to pray for God’s timing and our patience.

But this I call to mind,
and therefore I have hope:

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him.”

So, coming soon, ready for display on a fridge near you! Email or comment if you’d like one.

While today wasn’t all fun and games, there were some highlights:

• The Little Bug tried out his new hand-made trousers that Rachel and I put together the other day. He loved them! The fit isn’t quite right, but I didn’t really expect our first attempt to be perfect.
• He walked across the room (with some upper body support help from me) until we hit the wall, then was turned around and walked back!
• He had some more fun rolling from belly to back. (Yesterday he pitched head first over the boppy pillow he was propped on, and proceeded to try rolling off the bed. Got pretty close, but I was watching so it didn’t work!)
• He is so close to doing the motions needed for crawling!! I am hoping it was just a fluke (I seriously don’t want a crawling baby to chase after yet) but his leg movements were VERY convincing. His legs were crawling, but his arms and chest stayed put. It was so funny!

The not-so-highlights of today included:

• His refusal to sleep more than 30 or 40 minutes at a time for his naps before waking up upset. Like, really upset, not just the “cry for a bit and go back to sleep” upset. The “screaming bloody murder roll-himself-onto-his-back and FREAK OUT” upset.
• He was super gassy and uncomfortable most of the day.

Well lets hope that our days get progressively better. Eventually he’ll get used to a routine… (sigh)

I just got off the phone with someone at the social security office where we applied for it, and she said just the same thing that was said to Tim when he tried calling about it two weeks ago. It has not been processed, and is in the system as being one that “cannot be processed.” She had no other information and gave me the name and extension of the person who is in charge of the application so I could ask her what is going on. However, just as what happened to Tim when he tried, I was transferred to the other person and immediately hit voicemail. Tim left our name and number when he called, and we never heard back, so I’m not too optimistic about it.. but I did the same, because what else can you do?

At least this time I have a name and extension to continue calling until we get an answer. I didn’t think that having our baby at a birthing center instead of a hospital would cause this much of a hassle with getting his social security card! They are supposed to be able to process applications for babies even if they’re done out of hospital. I am more than a little annoyed that it has been this long without them so much as notifying us about the supposed problem with his paperwork, which is STILL a mystery because the agent won’t pick up her phone.

This whole thing is even more annoying because we can’t apply for a passport before having his social security card, thanks to some new law as of three years ago. So here we are, stuck waiting on a number.

In general I am overly optimistic about how much time it will take to get things done. I know that last year I was thinking we’d have applied for our visas by this time, never once imagining we would still not even have his passport. *sigh*

God knows the timing of everything. I just need to keep remembering its all in His hands.