Six months ago today Little Lassie joined our home. We are still waiting for the letter that tells us the adoption is final. This still feels unbelievable to me. In the past, I often wondered what our child would be like. I can’t believe I’ve known her for six months already. I keep expecting motherhood to feel less thrilling, but it never does. I haven’t forgotten the pain of infertility, (it can still bring me tears if I dwell on it), but I don’t feel the pain of infertility anymore. People always told me there was light at the end of the tunnel. I didn’t believe them. They were right.

As it once was:
February 4, 2008 Little Lassie’s first day home with us. She struggles to get away from FlyGuy who scares her because he is so big and has such a deep voice.

As it is now.
FlyGuy beams as Little Lassie relaxes in Daddy’s arms.

Our first Father’s Day was very nice. At FlyGuy’s request I made a cherry pie. Apparently, in his family his dad was always treated to a cherry pie on Father’s Day. I find it odd FlyGuy never mentioned this to me before, but its a soft spot for FlyGuy because he lost his dad suddenly when he was in college.
As far as gifts go, Little Lassie got her daddy a dough hook for his kitchenaide mixer. He wore the last dough hook out because he’s a fierce “from scratch” bread maker. She also got him a Super Dad t-shirt. FlyGuy kept saying he didn’t want any gifts, acted shocked when we brought out the packages then got teary-eyed when he saw the shirt.

We both still find it hard to believe our good fortune.

Daddy and Little Lassie show off FlyGuy’s new shirt. (FlyGuy’s father looks on in the photo on the right.)

My favorite picture from Father’s Day and a common image seen in our home.

Took Little Lassie home to meet the family last week. It was outrageously weird being in the role of mom around my own mom. I’ve never had a close relationship with my own mother, but she surprised me by being rather normal on this trip. Little Lassie charmed everyone with her smiles and pleasant personality.

We have another meeting with our social worker today. It’s a child welfare check up since we are still in that waiting limbo time before Little Lassie’s adoption is complete. I’m toying with the idea of working one day a week starting in the Fall. I’m missing the classroom and its controlled chaos. FlyGuy may be a work-at-home dad one day per week. He is eager to take on the roll, but I’m a bit hesitant since it often takes me a long time to clean up the mess from Little Lassie and daddy’s afternoon together.

Here is a recent example of what happened after a mere 30 minutes of playtime.

Not so bad you might be thinking. Look closely at the couch on the right and you will see this…