It’s official, we are a family of 3. Our new little one came home with us yesterday and FlyGuy and I are having quite an adventure trying to decipher what this little person is trying to tell us. We usually don’t get the message correct, so we try to love her enough that whatever gets lost in translation is quickly forgotten.

FlyGuy has been terrific with taking on the job of Mr. Clean. When I’m with the little one, (we’ll call her Little Lassie until I come up with something more fitting) FlyGuy is keeping busy doing dishes and tidying up. Not cleaning, mind you, simply putting things away in their proper place, which is a huge move forward from his/our previous slovenly ways.

Little Lassie has chunky-monkey legs and a bright smile that shows 2 bottom teeth when she’s really delighted with something. Fidget seems happy to have another being in the house to love her. Our cat, Simon, could care less about the baby, but loves the new carpet in the nursery.

I have many tales of happiness and heartache about how Little Lassie came to be our child, but right now, I can only seem to think about the future. People used to tell me I’d be a mom someday, I never believed them and still kind of don’t. But I am.

Baby is healthy. We are looking at a 5 day transition into our home starting this evening.

Signed adoption documents may not occur now until Monday.

Am feeling frustrated with the system, fearful of obstacles in this process and exhilarated with the possibilities…

FlyGuy is being terrific.

We are taking turns falling apart and lifting each other up.

We met with the birth family again yesterday. Some health concerns for the child came up. At the very least, it will delay things. We will know next week if the health concerns are valid. If they are, the adoption will conclude without a placement in our home.

Won’t know anything until Tuesday.

Possible placement late next week.