"Saskia" has been getting a lot of play at our house lately. I feel a bit remiss because I have not really updated Luca on our potential time of departure. He has not mentioned her for a few months, but he is obviously paying attention to what is going on (and remembering timelines, for pete's sake). I am not sure when the fact that he is ever observant is going to sink into to my head.
March?
We changed the calendar in his room recently and he noticed that next month is March. "Are we picking Saskia up in March?" he asks. When we planned to submit our dossier at the end of October, our coordinator said we may travel in March. "No, maybe August," I explained. "But, August is a long way away," he whined. It is hard to think of how to explain the intricacies of international adoption to a 4 year-old - mostly, because it is out of our control. Parents must look like they control the universe. We make everything happen.
Life with our Yellow Girl
In addition to his observation that Saskia hates mushrooms, he has designated the yellow girl game piece in Chutes and Ladders as Saskia's. (Actually, Chutes and Ladders is a good metaphor for adoption and the game we played the other night almost took as long. We had to stop going down the chutes to finish in time for Luca to take a bath.)
He also wants to know where she will sleep - "your room" I suggested. "There isn't room in my bed," he replied.
After seeing snippets of last night's Super Nanny, he assures me that he will be nice to his sister. Luca also explained that he will call her Hannah, not Saskia, when she comes home because Sid's sister (from Toy Story) is named Hannah.
Where will she bathe? "In the tub," Scott replied. "But, she will have her clothes on," he observed. Luckily, she may potentially take her clothes off and bathe with him. That is okay.
He will bring his second small chair in the living room from the play room so that she may watch planet videos with him.
And, finally, yesterday my dear son asked, "After Saskia comes home, can I have brother?"
Edited on 2/10/2008 to add: At lunch today Luca asked how far away Venice is. "About 6000 miles," I replied. "That is where we will get my brother," he said. Venice?! That would be lovely. I have learned to never say never!