Over the past few days we have been delighted to share so many "firsts" with our boy Miles.
First trip to the park:
First time shooting off a rocket (well, that was a first for all of us, except Uncle Elmo, our in-house Rocket Expert)
First roasted marshmallow (which he at first loved, but he did NOT love the gooey finger aftermath)
First time making bread with Daddy:
First ice cream cone:
and accompanying ice cream cone mustache:
Other less-glamorous firsts I didn't get a shot of: First time to doctor, first time having blood drawn (the child didn't flinch), first time for Daddy to fill those impossibly small, fluid-filled vials with nasty poop, first time the children rolled around on the floor insisting they were going to go blind from the smell wafting from the bathroom during Daddy's aforementioned activity.
Things are going well, so far. Much better than we expected, but then again, we are still honeymooning. Miles LOVES to be the "helper." I totally forgot my camera on our first trip to the market, but he loved helping place things in the cart. And then when we got home, he would race Cliff to the car to get the grocery bags. He beams each and every time he helps. You can see the pride on his face, and we are sure to coo, "We are so proud of you!" and "Great job!" for all of his help.
Overall, he seems to be a lot more comfortable here at home. He skips everywhere. He sings and plays. He says, "Wanda" "Trixie" "Ernie" and "Atticus" clear as a bell. He loves stroller rides.
Yesterday he played a practical joke on Atticus. When Atticus got up to leave the breakfast table to use the bathroom, Miles hid his plate behind the flower vase. When Atticus came back, smiled and said, "Hey! Where's my plate?" Miles started laughing hysterically. Then Atticus would say, "Miles! Gaday--Machine, Machine!" (Miles, look- car, car!) and try to move Miles plate.
I'm growing more confident in my ability not to mess up this whole bonding thing and scar the child for life. Right now we're still in the 'going well' stage, so I am still a bit tense, waiting for the shoe to fall with things like tantrums, testing, etc. So much of it is still new and scary, for both him and us. I'm glad I've spent so much time in the past 2 years reading all of your adoption blogs out there, because it helps me feel assured that 1) what we're going through is normal and 2) we'll get through this adjustment. For now, we're just enjoying all our firsts, one day at a time.