A Tooth!

Levi has a tooth! (Finally. These teeth have been coming in forever.)

Pictures to follow when I can catch a smile.

Yes It's True ... We Are Happy to Be Stuck With You

Apologies to Huey Lewis.

On April 27, our family went to court and finalized Levi's adoption. Woohoo! It was, as we had hoped, a total non-event, except that Levi burped really loudly during the actual decree part, so we don't know what the judge really said. (The papers are all in order, though. We're not worried.)

Here's a picture of our family with the judge. Her name is Dixie, which I found completely incongruous with her appearance. I don't know why, but I expected a judge named Dixie to be at least 55 with smoker's voice. Hah!



I don't know if you can see it, but Levi is holding a little pencil with two erasers, shaped like a gavel. The judge gave them as souvenirs. He was allowed to chew on one, but the other is saved for his memory box.

I think I told pretty much everyone I've ever met that the finalization was done, so it didn't surprise me at all the the staff at the CF center knew about it (the social worker up there had in fact asked for a call when it was over). I was surprised, though, when we went up for our regular checkup, the door opened, and everybody on our team came in all at once ... with cake! We saved Levi's for later, and here he is enjoying it at home.



Our little piggy ate about 2/3 of the slice. I didn't let him eat it himself, but I did promise him a nice smash cake on his first birthday.

I've been impressed from the beginning with the Cystic Fibrosis team at the hospital, but they just keep getting better and better. Cake was not necessary, but I was very touched that they wanted to celebrate with us. (Has anyone else had a problem as they age with leaky eyes? I think mine are defective.)

And speaking of CF ... if you haven't had a chance, take a look at my Great Strides site and considering donating if you're able. I'm walking on Sunday May 17 to raise money for CF research. I hope that someday soon CF will stand for Cure Found.

We All Scream For Ice Cream

Paul's current favorite baby video. He's asked several times for this one to make it to blog-dom.



No, I was not around to supervise bite size. Good heavens!

Hmm. I can't figure out what's up with the sound. It's not quite as fun without it. Basically, though, it goes like this:

Paul: Hey Beanie. Do you want some ice cream? Do you like ice cream? Here. Ugh, we dropped it. Here. Are you ready? Mmmm. Do you like Papa's ice cream? Hmm? You must have a papa that loooves you to share his ice cream. Huh? Mmmm. Tell Mama, "I like it! I like the ice cream." (fade to "I like the ice cream" song)