Swearing an oath

After the zoo, we went over to Lucy’s for lunch, and then Anna and Auntie Nicki stayed in to watch movies while mama and baba and Will headed over to the US Consulate to swear the infamous oath and get his visa to enter the USA as a legal immigrant. I have no pictures because you’re not allowed to take in cameras. You might be tempted to post photos of what a ridiculous farcical formality this cattle call is if they let you bring in your camera. All we swear is that all the information we provided during the adoption process was correct to the best of our knowlege. Woo hoo! After the oath, we get the child’s immigration packet, sealed in a plastic sheath, which we are not allowed to open. It will be given to the immigration officer in our port city in the US. There is a cover sheet on the front with all the critical information which we are to check over.

Of course, Will’s new name is listed incorrectly there as “Winter, Casciari William Joseph.” How idiotic. I have no idea is this is just on the cover sheet they made up for our envelope, or if he is officially in the USCIS computer system that way, and his Certificate of Citizenship will be issued like that. I immediately approached Jason about it, and he swears it will be OK, but that I have to make sure the immigration officer in Newark knows it’s wrong. Apparently they can’t fix it here in GZ. ???!!!!???!??!**!*%%&&##?!?! They are the ones that messed it up, but they can’t fix it?!?!?! I sat on my butt on the floor in a poorly lit hotel room for over an hour painstakingly filling out 1000 forms CORRECTLY, and this is what they do with them? I will not be paying anyone to legally change my son’s name if they do this wrong. Fur will be flying at home.

So now, not only do I have to be responsible for getting my family with 2 toddlers, a cranky husband and 18,635 pieces of luggage weighing approximately 3 tons all the way through the Beijing airport, claiming our luggage, rechecking it, rechecking ourselves in, waiting 5 hours in Beijing, then flying for another 13 hours, but I have to maintain enough alertness after a solid 24 hours of travel to remember to badger an immigration officer into making necessary changes in my child’s paperwork. Good thing they don’t let you carry shotguns on planes. It probably won’t faze the immigration people. They probably have to deal with hundreds of irate mama bears with no sleep every single day. Grrrrrrr.

To finish the day, we got back to the hotel. Anna met us at the door crying. Nicki swears she just started 2 minutes before we got back, but we really think she was torturing Anna for the entire time we were gone. Just wait until that child can talk! Anna fell asleep almost immediately in my lap, and she’s still asleep now 6 hours later. Baba had gotten motion sick on the ride to and from the consulate, so he wasn’t interested in dinner. Nicki and Will and I headed back over to Lucy’s to eat with the Krys and the Berters, since Teresa and her family are flying out early tomorrow. Will did really well overall, but he did have to spend a few minutes in time out on a bench outside the eating area (I was with him) because he kept clamboring that the spoon and fork were his after I took them away from him (the big silverware from the restaurant) because he was preparing to use them as drumsticks on the glass-topped table. He says something like “wa ca” or “wa ta” which means “mine”. I don’t like that possessive behavior, because frankly, it’s all MINE! He just wouldn’t quit yammering about it, even after I shushed him several times, so we had a little time out. We just went off to the side and sat for 2 minutes, then I explained to him that he was not to say that anymore this evening. He didn’t. Good boy! He ate quite well, and didn’t even melt down when he dropped one of his corn cobs on the ground and I had to throw it away.

I think we’ll be OK once we get home. Tomorrow is just a shopping and packing day for us, thank heavens. No more field trips. I leave you tonight with a photo of my son’s attempt to put his own shoes on. He normally does much better than this, but he must have been in a hurry.


Wrong feet, tongue pushed up, what more could a boy want?

6 Responses to “Swearing an oath”

  1. MOM says:

    Thank the heavens and anyone else who is listening. You will be home this weekend and Siri will meet Will’s energy level and some. Let him run, run, run, in the back yard up and down the hill(which I have trouble crawling back up) until he has used up all his energy then he will be a nice boy.

  2. Billie says:

    I heard it was snowing this morning. I’ll have to get him some snow shoes so he can traipse around outside. He’s a northern boy; the weather shouldn’t bother him.

  3. Aunt Cheryl says:

    Is one of your animals young enough to romp and run with Will? He looks like a little boy who needs a pet that can run forever with him and stay with him. He is taller than I thought at 3 ft 2 in. The feeding of the monkeys was a fun time had by all though I am not sure I would like a monkey licking my hand. The Panda did look lonesome.
    You will be on your way home within 48 hours so that is the best news. It has been a great trip with a wonderful outcome Aunt Cheryl

  4. ralph says:

    you said it, farcical! for people like me, who don’t swear oaths, it’s not even academic! glad it’s done, though. you will be on your way home before you know it!!

    and TA’s are in! just thought i’d let you know…

    take care and safe travels


  5. Charlie's mom says:

    We have enjoyed all your postings(We even got the Nov, 6th one that you thought you lost). It was really cold here today, and it did snow for a while in Jefferson. It was enough to send my first graders over to the windows, but it was gone by recess time. You folks will be in our thoughts, during the next few days of travel. We wish you a safe and happy trip. Becky is letting me know that she is ready for her 2nd dinner. Yes, what Becky wants, Becky gets, unless Charlie decides otherwise. They are like an “old married couple”. Take care.

  6. Carol says:

    I was told the oath was no big thing. I’m glad someone told me. My hubby really stressed about it. Then when the oath was done, he looked at me and said “Is that it?” Really crazy……I’m thinking years ago this was a bigger deal right? I felt like a herded cattle. Emily was tired and so she acted up. The boys were bored…but very proud that they got to raise their hand…..ha ha ha