Dylan McKay

We've been keeping busy with doctor's appointments for our physicals and we ordered six sets of our profile (scrapbook with all our pictures and a letter to a birthmother.) Today was a busy adoption day. Sean (aka Dylan - you'll find out later) went in this morning to get his blood drawn for all the tests. Today was a fasting day for him and unfortunately he woke up starving. So the phlebotomist starting pulling out all the vials for the tests that need to run. As she pulled out the fifth vial, Sean's vision started to close in on him and sweat started to our from his neck, head, back and knees. He asked for a cold cloth and glass of water and before you knew it, he was head down in his lap and feeling pretty lightheaded. After cooling down and relaxing a bit, he was ready for breakfast and onto the next stop.
This afternoon, we met at home for lunch and got our fingerprint cards. We filled them out and took them to the police station. That trip alone made this adoption seem even more real. It feels like yesterday that we were there doing the same thing for Jake's adoption. Luckily we were the first ones there. There was a line of people behind us and although we were the first ones to arrive, we still had to wait almost an hour to get in for fingerprints. They called us into the room and the police officer reviewed all the paperwork. I was the first to get fingerprinted. As my fingers were rolling in the ink, a female voice came from behind the door and asked Sean, "Did you work at Hotel Viking?" I immediately laughed because it's been nearly 15 years since Sean has worked there. Did he wait on her table 15 years ago and she remembered? Did she have a lousy experience that she never forgot? What a random thing to remember about Sean since he only worked there one short summer.
Sean engaged in the conversation and it turns out the woman behind the desk is a cousin to dear friends of ours, Scott and Anna.
The friendly woman continued telling stories of her memories of Sean and explained that her daughters always thought he looked like Dylan McKay. Who is Dylan McKay you ask? Well, he dated Brenda and Kelly and drove a hot little Porsche through Beverly Hills. It must be the sideburns.
So needless to say we had some comedy relief while we rolled my fingerprints. I was trying really hard not to smudge my fingerprints as my whole body shook with laughter. I feel like we accomplished a lot today. Tomorrow I will send in the fingerprints to the FBI and the state for them to run the criminal clearances. It should take about 3-4 weeks before we get cleared.
Tomorrow I am off to get my blood work done. Let's hope I have an easier time than Dylan, I mean Sean, did.
xoxo