Bumps, Fives, Skin, And Kisses

Ashton has mastered the art of the bump, high fives, give me some skin, and blowing kisses. Somehow we managed to actually have the video camera handy after dinner tonight to catch the whole lot of them in action. Pretty darned amazing in itself right?



Today we completed our first post placement visit. Our social worker came for a visit and Ashton was in great form once he woke up from a nap in his stroller (we're finally getting tricky with ways to make him take an afternoon nap so that he's more on the daycare schedule...I'm guessing he'll catch on in about 2 days and arrange a formal revolt). He showed off his LEGO, walking, block building (and crashing down, of course), and hammering of shapes skills and she took loads of notes as we recounted that last 15 months of our life. You see, we started the adoption process in May of 2007 and Ashton was born on May 5th of 2007. It was just a hare over a year from us starting the process when we finally met our son, and we've now been together exactly 10 weeks today. It's amazing, and I'm really not doing the verb justice by settling for the word amazing, how far things have come in 10 weeks.

The next two weeks are going to fly by. He's going to run quicker, feed himself faster, add more words to his vocabulary, and keep on sharing smiles that make me forget that our washer and dryer have been on the fritz since he came home and we opted for cloth'ish diapers...OH WAIT - NEWS!!! The washer is F-I-X-E-D and the dryer will be later this evening (turned out to be just a broken belt) so we'll avoid the whole re-plumbing option and have a complete set of washing drying animals all set to line up for duty by later this evening. Hallelujah. Holy s***. Where's the Tylenol? (For those of you less familiar with the most sacred of Christmas movies, you'll find the quote about half way down the linked to page)