D-Day, May 27, 2011


The day began like any other, and why shouldn’t it have, we have been a family for over two and a half years.  While Mac was in school,  my excitement turned to anxiety and I began to flubber  around fixing my hair, getting clothes together, etc…

Finally, we were late. For Mac the unknown was too much to bear.  At first she was poised and content discovering the treats in her hand bag.  Luckily her best friend Ms. A, came to witness her adoption as well. Then Mac became comfortable and yes, a bit unruly.

Our attorney asked us questions which included one open ended question. “Why do you think she should be with you, ” was the jist of it.  I don’t remember what we  said but it was good.

Bedlam soon insued. Our good friends came to photograph the event in and out of the court.  Christina had a poop diaper, ac Had to go the potty.  She ran around the court room.  Our judge was not phased –thank goodness.

Macs excitement/wildness rumbled into the Chocolate Factory where  her energy was matched by Ms A (no wonder they are best friends) and pretty soon the play structure began to shake.  Meanwhile, Bug practiced her speed walking skills.

At home Bug was eager to complete her nap and so was Mac–but sh’d never say say. As usual, the day matured with Mac screaming she did not want to take a nap, then promptly conked out  within 7 minutes.

No news on the other May 27, business.  I’ll keep you posted!

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