It was with great rejoicing that I sent our adoption dossier off to El Salvador at the end of July.  After 10 months of paperchasing, home inspections, and fingerprinting at the state, national and then international levels, I was happy to have the whole thing in someone else’s hands for a while.

Check.  Done.

Oh, but False.

Somehow, in the midst of looking over files in August or September, OPA (the agency currently reviewing our file) decided that an apostilled copy of a health report would be best accompanied by an apostilled photocopy of that doctor’s license.

Of course it would.  So I got photocopies from our general practitioner’s and pediatrician’s offices.  Had them notarized as authentic photocopies.  Asked our notary again to get her stamp certified at her county courthouse (a paper stapled on top of the notarized document with it’s own raised stamp indicating that the notary’s seal is real).  And I found myself in the van driving to Annapolis yesterday for the all-important culminating Apostille.  The sticker that goes over the county stamp that goes over the notary’s seal that authenticates the document smothering under all that weight.

Twins in tow for all of this, as usual.

Only THIS time, I have a blog.  So wanna see it?  this sacred Apostille?  Of course you do:

apostille for adoption document

Tada!  And I got two!  Woo.  Cost me $5 each.  Plus the $32.23 to overnight them to our agency, so our director can take them along to E.S. when she goes this weekend.  I’m hoping, now, to go the remaining 6 months until our homestudy expires without seeing (or needing to find public parking anywhere near) this building:

Annapolis, MD

But I think I’ve learned my lesson.  Expectations officially loosened.  Our dossier is complete for now and again El Salvador’s “problem.”  I would love it if it would stay down there for a while.  Oh, and maybe get approved while it’s at it.

But that might be dreaming.