Well, I'm somebody as far as the MOE is concerned anyway, because today my dossier was officially registered.

Get ready...

Plug your ears...

Here it comes...

WOOOOOOHOOO!

So my dossier is filed. What does this mean exactly?

1) I am finally, officially, listed on paper as someone who is interested in adopting Peanut. Up until now I was a nobody (legally speaking).

2) My agency now has more freedom to inquire about Peanut -- his whereabouts, his availability for adoption, and if I can contact him in some way.

3) Once it's determined that he is available for adoption, Peanut's dossier will be created and, when it's complete, I'll be assigned a court date.

Of course, this is the world of adoption. If the moon is full and the rooster crows at midnight and someone wears a striped shirt with plaid pants the whole thing could fall apart. It's, as always, frightening. But I'm getting quite skilled at balancing on adoption's tightrope... I'm ready to make that treacherous walk to the other side. Call it hope, faith, or sheer delusion -- I just feel that everything is going to work out in the end.

So, hang on Peanut! Mama's coming soon.