Picture it. A government office in an unassuming building. On the door is posted a sign stating, no phones, electronic equipment, food, drinks, etc. The five of us start to enter the building when we are met by a security guard. He asks to see our letters and informs us that if our kids make too much noise, we'll be asked to leave the building until they are quiet. (It's 32 degrees outside) That's how it started out.
Actually, it started with a 1 hour drive to get to the building. The kids were happy as little larks over there. We make it with 5 minutes to spare. We wait in line to be given a clip board with more paperwork to fill out. We fill it out and then wait in one more line to be given a number in order to wait, once again. At each checkpoint, they look at your fingers to make sure they can get a good print.
At check point two, I am given the number 127. I look up and check the NOW SERVING sign to see they are now serving #78. It's getting close to 11:30 at this point. (No food, games, drinks to keep 3 kids busy, mind you) Lots of creativity went into keeping our kids 'quiet' and 'happy' for 1 hour. At 12:30, they called my number. Fingerprinting went well.
The kids were great, really. So wonderful, in fact, we took them to McD's to play afterwards.
It's actually the same building/people/experience we encountered 2 years ago when we had to be fingerprinted for Ansley's adoption. I only wished they could have used those prints so we didn't have to go through the 'experience' again.
That's it. That's all. Now we wait for the all important piece of paper that grants us permission to bring an 'orphan' into the country. It's the last piece of paper we need in order to finalize our dossier (besides authentication of course). Hopefully, it comes in 2 to 3 weeks. (Who am I kidding, I'm hoping it comes tomorrow) Then we finalize the dossier and wait.