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You were in the bathtub and Daddy swept you out, and placed you on your potty seat on the toilet.

Water dripping, you said it again.


“The front, or the back?” I asked, pointing. “This is where the poop comes from. This is where you tinkle.”


“I’m pretty sure that’s not happening. Are you going to tinkle?”

“No,” you said, smiling. You’ve been saying “no” a lot, lately.

Back in the tub, a few minutes later. Pointing between your legs, you said, “gas.”

A perfect pi day

We had a wonderful day today, March 14, 2015.

3/14/15 –  pi day.

We attended the circus this morning.

pi shirts at the circus

(Notice our shirts — pi shirts)

You had a wonderful time at the circus.


After the circus, you and Mommy napped.

But you didn’t nap very long. You were really fussy before your nap and woke up fussy.

When I came to get you, you were messy.

The messiest, dirtiest diaper I’ve ever seen.

Every part of you covered by a diaper was befouled.

You giggled as I pulled your legs up higher. When I removed the diaper, I saw your whole back was dirty.

Daddy has heard stories about these sorts of moments. I thought I had seen dirty, full diapers. The first weekend we brought you home, Daddy changed a full, dirty diaper by himself, all the while thinking, “this is what it means to be a father.”

But today was like four messy diapers, all in one diaper. But not in one diaper. In one diaper, until it was too full, and then oozed out. Everywhere. And you just giggled and twisted and tried to kick your legs free from where daddy was holding them up.

Daddy loves you so much.

Baby poop. All over.

So I just kept lifting your legs, and put a hand under your head, and carried you to the bathtub, while you giggled some more.

In the tub, I washed you down and cleaned you up. And then you played.

pi bath

you really are a wonderful baby.

A perfect 3.14 day.

Final judgement paperwork

I wrote this in my head a few days ago while giving you a bath.
It’s just taken me several days to write it down.

The final hearing was December 22. And on January 6, my birthday, the lawyer mailed the court documents.

The paperwork arrived a few days ago.

We knew what the final judgment would say – You’re our daughter, we are your parents. The rights of your birth parents have been dissolved by the court. (We’ll tell you more about your birth family when the time comes.)

We knew all of this was in the judgment.

But we were surprised by this sentence:

This adoption decree creates a relationship between the adoptee and Petitioners and all relatives of Petitioners that would have existed if the adoptee were a blood descendant of the Petitioners born within wedlock, entitled to all rights and privileges thereof, and subject to all obligations of a child born to Petitioners herein.

This means you’re our little girl.